A 17-year-old pizza delivery boy named Tom arrived trembling, saying his mother had died two hours earlier, so I gave him water and a safe place to grieve.Before leaving, he wrote on my mirror that I was the only person besides his mother who had shown him kindness and said, “We’ll meet again.”
Two days later, St. Mary’s Hospital called—Tom had collapsed from grief and exhaustion, and my number was saved as “Kind Stranger.”I visited him, and since then, I’ve checked on him weekly, learning that compassion can start with a glass of water and simply being there.