
A pregnant woman begged for bread in our bakery. She had no money, but 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 when 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.”