When Kindness Arrives Quietly and Changes Everything

On the last Saturday he closed the book, rested his hand on the cover for a long moment, put it back on the shelf, and left.

I picked it up.

Inside the front cover he’d written, “Finished. Thank you for letting me.”

I could’ve sold that book fifty times. Instead it sat on a shelf being slowly loved by a man who couldn’t afford to own it.

I put it in a continue reading …