One afternoon, I sorted through my daughter’s closet, gathering clothes she’d outgrown—tiny dresses, soft pajamas, and jackets still like new.
Instead of storing or donating them anonymously, I posted them online, hoping they might help another little girl.
Soon, a woman messaged me. Newly single, out of work, and struggling to provide for her toddler, she asked if I could mail the clothes
if she paid shipping. At first, I hesitated, fearing it was a scam. But her honest tone made me pause. I thought of her daughter—and how easily it could be
mine in a different life. I told her not to worry about shipping and sent the clothes with a note: “I hope these bring comfort and joy.”
Months passed, and I wondered if I’d been taken advantage of. Then, nearly a year later, a small package arrived. Inside was a heartfelt
letter and photos of her daughter, smiling in the very clothes I had packed. She wrote, “You reminded me there is still kindness in the world.”
That moment reminded me that small acts matter. Even when unnoticed, they can ripple farther than we imagine.
The lesson: give anyway—because kindness always matters.
