Since then, I’ve thought differently about that year.
About how easy it is to assume the worst when we only see the surface of someone’s life. About how kindness can feel risky, even foolish, when it isn’t immediately rewarded.
But I also learned this:
We almost never know the full weight someone else is carrying.
And sometimes, compassion doesn’t come back right away—
but when it does, it arrives with truth instead of regret.
That doesn’t mean trust should be blind.
It just means kindness isn’t wasted as often as we fear.
Sometimes, it’s simply remembered in ways we don’t live long enough to see.
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