It started like any other day at the bookstore. A teenage girl nervously approached the shelves. I noticed her slipping a book into her bag. When I confronted her, she burst into tears.
“It was my mom’s favorite… I just wanted it on her grave,” she whispered.
Something inside me softened. I paid for the book, handed it to her, and she hugged me tightly. Before leaving, she slipped a small brooch into my hand.
“Keep it. It’ll save you,” she said, her eyes glimmering.
The next day, my boss called me in. My stomach dropped. Security footage had caught me letting the girl go with the book. He didn’t even listen to my explanation. I was fired on the spot.
I went home, heart sinking, wondering what I’d do next. I updated my resume, applied everywhere, and landed an interview at my dream company.
On the day of the interview, I wore the brooch. The moment I walked in, the interviewer froze.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, eyes wide.
I swallowed. The brooch wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. It was a symbol of trust, compassion, and fate. And that day, it opened doors I never imagined…
Sometimes, the smallest act of kindness can change your entire life.
