Then, almost a year later, a package arrived on my doorstep.

More on that on the next page.

Inside it were a letter and photos. A radiant girl in the same clothes I had sent.

Her mother wrote that these clothes had helped her get through one of the most difficult times of her life. She thanked me—not just for the clothes, but also for the kindness of a stranger when she felt truly alone.

I was stunned. Your words stayed with me long after I put the letter aside.

In that moment, I realized how simple acts—a box of clothes, a badge, a bit of empathy—can change someone’s world.

It was more than just a thank you. It was proof that compassion matters, even when you’re not sure it’s there.

I’ve put the photos in the album. A silent reminder: kindness is never free.