I Gave $2 to an Elderly Woman at the Store — the Next Day, a Note Appeared on My Locker at Work

“I’ve got it.”

“No, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s $2,” I said gently. “And honestly? It’s not really about the money.”

I paid for the diapers.

Then I started grabbing things before I could stop myself. A fleece blanket with cartoon bears. Washcloths.

Baby lotion. A teething ring. Soup, protein bars, and oatmeal.

She looked like she hadn’t had a full meal in days, like her body was running on love and fumes.

The woman’s tears finally spilled over.

“You don’t know what this means,” she breathed.

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