I sent a box of outgrown toddler clothes to a stranger, Nura, who had nothing for her daughter. A year later, the same clothes came back—washed, folded, and accompanied by a tiny yellow duck and a heartfelt letter.
Nura had escaped an abusive relationship, and the clothes had kept her daughter warm. The little duck became her child’s nightly comfort. Our friendship grew from that small act, our daughters became inseparable, and kindness kept flowing back and forth.
All because a simple act of giving found its way home.
