The Freedom of Unseen Kindness

I spent years holding doors open for people who never said thank you. One night,

I stood in the rain, umbrella over someone rushing past without a glance. I watched the puddle

ripples fade. Then I closed the umbrella and walked away. Not every kindness

needs a witness. Not every gift requires gratitude. Sometimes the lesson is learning your

heart still works, even when no one notices. That's not loneliness. That's freedom.