Hi everyone!

I grew up poor, and sometimes my mom's card would decline. And I remember every single time distinctly. And I remember the kind people who would occasionally give a dollar or two so our family could afford to eat.

And a while ago I was at dollar tree with my boyfriend and our other friend, and there was a mom checking out before us with her special needs son. He had been carrying around a hoola hoop throughout the store the whole time we had been there.

And as the mom was checking out she realized she couldn't afford it. She told him to put it back and that she'd get it for him on her next paycheck, instinctively I told her I'd get it for him.

And I did.

And honestly it made me feel so so good. Because I was that kid once, too.