Those lunches were never grand gestures. They weren’t charity, and they weren’t pity. They were simply acts of care—small, consistent, human. And those are the acts that ripple the farthest.
Most people assume kindness has to fix everything to matter. It doesn’t. Sometimes it just helps someone breathe through one difficult chapter, and that’s enough to change the direction of their life.
Even now, whenever I pack an extra sandwich or donate a meal, I think about that girl. I think about how something as ordinary as sharing lunch turned into a chain reaction—a simple kindness stretching across years and reaching people I’ll never meet.
That’s the real truth: kindness doesn’t end. It travels. It multiplies. It circles back in unexpected ways.
And sometimes, years later, it comes back to you in the voice of someone saying, with quiet gratitude, “Thank you for seeing me.
