When we found her “Rainy Day Fund” tin with $872 and a note that read, “For whoever needs it most,” we didn’t know what to do with it. Days later, Janine called — her son needed $870 for college registration. It felt like Grandma guiding us.
Inspired, I began doing small acts of kindness, just as she did. Then life turned hard: I lost my job. One morning at a café, a young woman who recognized me as Grandma’s grandson handed me an envelope. Inside was $1,000 — a gift Grandma had arranged long ago “for when you need it.”
That day I understood: generosity doesn’t need an audience. Quiet kindness can change lives — and eventually, it finds its way back to you.