Even when we’re unsure.
Even when we’re skeptical.
Even when we think the gesture is too small to make a difference.
That box I mailed on a quiet afternoon did more than clothe a child. It told a mother she wasn’t alone. It reminded her that the world still had grace. And in return, she reminded me that the smallest act—done with love—can ripple farther than we’ll ever know.
What I Learned
Sometimes the hardest part about kindness is not knowing if it will be received, appreciated, or even noticed. But I’ve learned that that’s not the point.
The point is to give anyway.
To extend grace even when we’re unsure.
To believe in the goodness of people, even when we’ve been disappointed.
To act from the heart, especially when the world tells us to harden it.
Want wat als dat kleine ding dat je vandaag doet de reddingslijn wordt die iemand zich voor altijd herinnert?
