When my five-year-old child offered a struggling mail carrier water on a scorching afternoon, I thought it was just a sweet moment. But the next day, a red Bugatti pulled up at their preschool. What happened next changed everything I thought I knew about kindness, wealth, and the power of a simple gesture.
The heat was unbearable that Tuesday afternoon, the kind that makes breathing feel like a chore. I sat on our porch with a glass of sweet tea, watching Carmy draw chalk dinosaurs on the driveway. Their cheeks were rosy red, and their hair stuck to their forehead in damp curls.
“Mom,” they said, looking up suddenly, “why’s that person walking funny?”
I followed their gaze down the street. A mail carrier I didn’t recognize was making their way toward us, moving slower than usual.