A Cashier’s Kind Gesture and an Unforgettable Outcome

By the time I locked up that night, it felt like a tiny kindness in a long, ordinary shift. The next morning, my manager summoned me to his office. My stomach dropped as he turned his computer monitor toward me, showing grainy footage of me slipping money into the register.

I braced for a lecture, but instead he handed me a plain white envelope with my name written neatly across the front. “She came back this morning,” he said. “Asked me to give you this.” I carried the envelope through my shift like a secret, waiting until I sat alone in my car to open it.

Inside was a letter from the woman I’d helped. She thanked me for sparing her shame in a moment when she felt she’d failed.

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