My friend had no family. She fell gravely ill and begged me for $6000. I needed that money, but I gave it to save

her life. She swore she’ll pay back, but she vanished. 9 years later, I heard she’s back and went to confront her. But when I saw her,

I was speechless. She looked entirely different—elegant, confident, and successful. Her home was filled with

the kind of beautiful, modern furniture I had always dreamed of. She told me she had left town after recovering,

worked tirelessly, and eventually became a partner at a top law firm. Now she was back to launch

a business—and to thank me. She asked me to check my bank account. I did,

and tears filled my eyes: she had transferred $60,000 to me. I was going through a painful divorce and struggling financially.

That money arrived like a lifeline. She told me she had never forgotten my act of kindness, and that repaying me had been one

of her biggest motivations.2. After losing my dad, I spiraled into deep depression. I finally sought help and was picking up

antidepressants when I broke down crying at the pharmacy. I apologized for “crying like a child,” but the pharmacist gently said,

“You don’t need to apologize. You’re facing your struggle and taking steps to heal. That’s brave.”

Those few words completely changed the way I viewed my mental health journey.