I once sent a box of outgrown toddler clothes to a stranger named Nura, who had absolutely nothing for her young daughter. It was a small gesture, but a year later, that same box arrived back on my doorstep. The clothes were perfectly washed, neatly folded, and accompanied by a tiny yellow duck and a heartfelt letter that changed my perspective forever.
Nura revealed that she had been escaping an abusive relationship when the package arrived, and those clothes had kept her daughter warm during their hardest nights. The little yellow duck had become her child’s nightly comfort, a symbol of safety in a world that felt cold. From that one act of giving, a deep friendship grew. Today, our daughters are inseparable, and kindness continues to flow back and forth between our homes.
It’s a powerful lesson in how the world works: everything started with a simple box of clothes, but it ended with a bond that can’t be broken. All because a simple act of giving eventually found its way home.
