
I PAID FOR A STRANGER’S GROCERIES TWO YEARS AGO—AND TODAY, I GOT THIS IN THE MAIL
A plain envelope arrived—no return address, just my name in neat cursive. Inside, a note and a twenty-dollar bill. “Miss Emily, You may not remember us…” At first, I didn’t. But as I read, it came back—a struggling family at the grocery store, their card declined, my quick decision to cover their bill. Just a…