A Stranger Buys Me Coffee

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.

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