Days turned into weeks and I thrived in my new job.
There was a warmth in the café that was missing from the bakery—laughter, gratitude, and the belief that kindness is not a sign of weakness.
One morning, while clearing the table, I overheard a conversation between two regular customers about a local charity that supports struggling families.
One of the names mentioned was a woman from a bakery who recently found shelter and support thanks to donations from strangers.
A month later, a small envelope with my name on it appeared in the cafe.
Inside was a note: "Your kindness helped me get up. Now it's my turn."
Included was a gift card to a coffee shop and a handwritten reminder: "Kindness travels. Sometimes you just have to take a detour home."
I put the pin back in my pocket – not as a symbol of good luck, but as a reminder that small actions can have more impact than we expect.
