I Gave $4 to a Tired Mom at the Gas Station – A Week Later, an Envelope Arrived for Me at Work

“Ross, did you cover someone’s groceries last Friday night?” he asked, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

My mind raced. Had I broken some rule? Were they going to make a big deal out of four dollars?

“Yeah, I did,” I said, feeling my face get warm. “I’m sorry if that was against policy. I paid for it myself, I put my own money in the register—”

He held up his hand and shook his head. “No, no, that’s not why I’m asking.” Then he reached behind him and picked up a white envelope. “This came for you this morning. Addressed to you by name.”

He handed it to me, and I just stared at it. My name was written on the front in neat handwriting.

“Go ahead and open it,” Mr. Jenkins said, watching me with curious eyes.

My hands felt clumsy as I tore open the envelope.