The world feels fast, loud, divided. We scroll past each other’s pain. We hurry through connection. We tell ourselves we don’t have time. But that note reminded me: goodness doesn’t demand attention. It doesn’t need recognition. Sometimes it’s just six handwritten words on the back of a receipt that change not only your day — but your faith in people.
Since then, I’ve started noticing more. I look up. I reach out. I’ve quietly paid for a stranger’s drink, smiled more often, spoken when it mattered. I’ve learned kindness doesn’t have to be big — it just has to be real.
