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Every time it rained, I thought of Harold — the stranger with tired eyes and a heart that somehow knew what we couldn’t see. I never learned who he really was or how he knew about the danger.
But I did learn this: one small act of kindness can echo farther than we imagine.
When I opened my door that night, I thought I was helping a stranger. In truth, I was saving my own family.
And from that day on, whenever I see someone standing alone in the rain, I stop — because I know that kindness, once given, has a way of coming back when you need it most.
