I stopped by McDonald’s for a quick meal one evening and couldn’t help overhearing a quiet exchange between a mother and her young daughter at the next table. The little girl softly asked, “Can we eat here, please?” They ordered one hamburger and sat down. The mom gently poured what looked like tea from a thermos she’d brought from home.
From what I could gather, they had just come from the hospital. The mom had carefully saved just enough for the bus ride home and spent what little was left on that one burger—because it was her daughter’s first visit to McDonald’s.
I finished my coffee, walked to the counter, and bought a Happy Meal. Quietly, I placed it on their table and walked away before they could say much. But the look of gratitude in the mother’s eyes and the pure joy on her daughter’s face stayed with me. It reminded me how even small acts of kindness can mean the world to someone.