A woman who was pregnant begged for bread in our bakery.
She had no money, yet I gave her a loaf.
She smiled, handed me a hairpin, and said, “You’ll need this one day.”
The owner fired me. I kept the pin, not expecting much.
6 weeks later, my blood ran cold as I found… a letter tucked in my old apron pocket from that very woman.
It simply read: “Sometimes kindness costs, but it never goes unpaid.”
That same evening, after weeks of job searching, I walked past a bustling café with a “Help Wanted” sign. With nothing to lose, I stepped inside.
The manager listened to my story, not just my résumé.
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