I was donating clothing for a two- to three-year-old girl. I received a text from a woman who said she was in a tough spot and that her daughter had nothing to wear. Would it be possible for me to mail her these clothes? “Who knows what really happened there?” was my initial thinking before telling her to go hike.
So I paid for them all myself.
I received a parcel a year later. Among the treats were handmade marmalade, dried salmon, and nuts.
That same woman had sent it. She chose to express gratitude to everyone who supported them during a trying time, and it turned out that her dark streak was over and her husband had landed a fantastic job. It was pleasant and somewhat unexpected.