I was working at a café on morning. An older gentleman came in and ordered coffee.
He left a $1 tip—nothing special. But under that dollar bill was a little slip of paper with his grandkids’ crayon drawings of snowmen.
I tucked it in my apron and forgot about it.
Later that day, feeling down, I looked at the drawing and noticed something: on the back, someone had written, “You’re doing great.
” It felt oddly personal and uplifting, like a message I needed at that exact moment.
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