I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

You looked at me like I was still a person.

That does not happen much anymore.

You helped me when others called me names. You did not know if I was “deserving.” You just saw someone who needed help.

I argued because I have always tried to stand on my own feet. I do not like to feel like a burden.

But you gave me kindness, not pity. That is different.

My children are interested in my money, not in me. I decided I would rather leave what I have to someone with a good heart.

You may think you did a small thing.

To me, it was not small.

My last request is simple:

Take care of your children.

And when you are able, help someone else in need, fully and selflessly, as you helped me.

The papers explain the rest.

With gratitude,

Mrs. Hargrove

By the time I finished, my eyes burned.

I wiped them with the back of my hand and picked up the other papers.

They were legal documents.

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