It was another weekday morning—unremarkable except for the biting cold. I barreled into a coffee shop and took my place in the rather long line. I ordered and attempted to pay, but it seemed my fingers hadn’t warmed up enough to activate my phone’s “Apple Pay” (a tech discovery that I still found exciting). Of course, I had no cash, no card, and the place was packed full of rushing commuters. I could feel myself blush as I apologized and fumbled with my phone. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “I’ve got your coffee. Happy holidays.” A woman about my age smiled at me and handed over her card.
On a bitter cold morning in a new city, a stranger’s act of kindness reminded me of all of the good out there.