I Gave $4 to a Tired Mom at the Gas Station – A Week Later, an Envelope Arrived for Me at Work
The Four Dollars That Changed Everything A week after I handed a tired young mother four dollars at the gas station, something strange happened. An envelope showed up at my workplace. It was just a plain white envelope, no return address, no clue who sent it. My name—ROSS—was written on the front in neat handwriting. I almost tossed it aside with the usual junk mail. But that simple envelope would change how I saw kindness forever. I’m Ross. Forty-nine years old. I’ve got a wife, Lydia, who somehow keeps our