One morning at the bus stop, I saw a little girl in sneakers braving the freezing cold. Her shoes looked worn out, and she kept moving her feet as if she was trying to warm them up.
I recognized her from my son’s school, so I decided to call the office later to ask about her. I found out that her family was having a tough time, and warm clothes weren’t a priority over food.
That afternoon, I picked up a cozy pair of winter boots and gave them to the school counselor. The next morning, I spotted her at the bus stop again, but this time she had on warm, fuzzy boots and the biggest smile ever.
She didn’t know where the boots came from, but that was okay. What really mattered was that she was warm.✨