A few days ago, I was exhausted and annoyed while grocery shopping when I saw a woman slumped over her cart, asleep,
with her two young kids curled up inside it. Without thinking, I snapped a photo and posted it online with
the caption: “Some moms just give up 
.” Some laughed, others criticized me for being cruel. I brushed it off.
Two nights later, I was in my kitchen when I accidentally sliced my hand. It bled a lot,
and I rushed to the ER, panicked and overwhelmed. I could barely explain what happened to the front desk.
Then a nurse tapped my shoulder. I turned—and froze. It was the woman from the store.
In scrubs.
She smiled gently and asked, “Do you recognize me?”
I wanted to disappear. But she didn’t treat me with anger or judgment. She calmly cleaned and bandaged my hand, kind and professional the entire time.
I left the hospital that night with more than stitches—I left with humility. That moment taught me something I’ll never forget:
You never know what someone is going through.
Be kind. Always.
