At that moment, I cried—not out of sadness, but because someone believed in me when I often struggled to believe in myself.Years later, I mentioned the note to my mother. She paused, smiled, and told me something I’ll never forget: “That woman was a neighbor I once helped when no one else would. Looks like she remembered.”

That experience taught me a powerful lesson: kindness is never wasted. It may take years, or even decades, but it always finds its way back into the world. Sometimes, in the quietest ways, it lands exactly where it’s needed most.