I PAID FOR A STRANGER’S GROCERIES TWO YEARS AGO—AND TODAY, I GOT THIS IN THE MAIL

It arrived with no return address — just my name, written in tidy cursive on the front of a plain envelope. The handwriting wasn’t familiar. Inside was a folded note and a twenty-dollar bill, held down with a single strip of clear tape. The letter began: “Miss Emily, You may not remember us…” And, honestly? I didn’t. At least, not at first. But the more I read, the more the memory came back — scattered, blurry, then suddenly clear. A family at the grocery store. A mother and father with tired eyes. A baby fussing in the cart. The sound of their card being declined. The cashier’s annoyed sigh. And me, fumbling for my debit card. I remembered saying, “It’s fine. Just let them go,” and brushing it off as I walked to my car. Just a moment — nothing more. Apparently, to them, it was everything. “You paid for our groceries when we had nothing. I still cry thinking about it. We’re back on our feet now, and my husband and I just want to say thank you—for your courage and love for mi familia.” I just sat there, stunned. But then I saw something unusual. At the bottom of… CONTINUE READING…