I hadn’t ordered Chinese food, but the delivery driver at my door insisted it was for me. Confused, I brought the bag inside and opened it. On the back of the receipt was a handwritten note: Sometimes, life surprises us in good ways. Open your heart, and kindness will find its way back to you. As a single mom juggling two kids and a mountain of exhaustion, I didn’t have time to question it. Jamie, my five-year-old, cheered at the surprise dinner while little Emily turned chopsticks into drumsticks, making us all laugh. It was the first joyful meal we’d shared in months. In the days that followed,
small acts of kindness kept appearing: my lawn was mysteriously mowed, my coffee paid for, and even a note offering to fix my car—for free. I had no idea who was behind it. Weeks later,