Story 2:
The first day of August, my wallet was stolen on a bus, and it had my entire month’s rent inside. I was sobbing on a park bench when an older man sat next to me. I guess he could tell something was wrong.
I told him my story, not expecting anything. He just nodded and pulled out a checkbook. He wrote a check for the exact amount I’d lost.
When I protested, he told me, “Thirty years ago, a stranger gave me the money to buy the suit for my first job interview. Today, I own a company. I am paying it forward.” The check was from a company I recognized as a major local business.
