kindness is that it compounds.
Like interest.
One small act becomes another.
Then another.
Then another.
Until eventually the person you helped is standing at their front door, finally able to say the words they’ve carried for decades:
“Thank you for seeing me when nobody else did.”
And sometimes, that’s enough to change a life all over again.
Charlotte stood frozen in the entryway.
Her eyes swept across the room.
The walls.
The framed photos.
The awards.
The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
Then she looked back at me.
“Oh
