As I packed my things that night, I thought about the woman who had walked into the diner asking for leftovers, and how a simple act of uncalculating kindness had given me the courage to reclaim my own life.
Kindness really doesn’t disappear. Sometimes, it walks right back through the door, breaks the chains you didn’t realize you were wearing, and hands you the key to your own future.
I closed my suitcase, walked out into the crisp Indiana night air, and never looked back.
