The Kindness Behind the Fear

**“Last night, I was walking home after a long day. The streets were quiet,

and the wind was cold. Suddenly, I heard slow footsteps behind me.

I ignored them… but they kept getting closer. When I sped up, the footsteps sped

up too. My hands started shaking, and I felt someone watching me.

I turned the corner quickly, hoping to lose whoever was behind me. But the footsteps

followed again… louder this time. Finally, I stopped. I took a deep breath,

turned around— and saw a little old man holding a scarf. He smiled and said,

‘Young man, you forgot this in the café. I’ve been trying to catch you!’