My first wife left us when my son was an infant. Life felt overwhelming, but somehow we kept moving forward. One evening at dinner with friends, I needed to change my baby’s diaper, only to find no table in the men’s room. A woman stepping out of the ladies’ room kindly checked if it was empty and said I could use it. Just as I walked in, she suddenly returned with a thoughtful look on her face.

She gently explained that it didn’t feel right leaving me alone in an unfamiliar space, so she offered to wait by the door. Her gesture brought a warmth I didn’t expect on such an ordinary night. While caring for my son inside, I felt a quiet sense of support that had been missing for a long time. Parenting alone often felt like navigating challenges without a guide. Yet here was a stranger helping simply because she cared.