Kindness often has a way of circling back, even when it’s least expected. For one elderly teacher, a simple decision to help a struggling boy on a freezing winter day set off a chain of events that would come to light years later.
The snow fell in soft, steady flakes, blanketing the streets in white and muffling the usual sounds of the bustling city.
Inside a small, warm diner, Mr. Harrison, a retired teacher with kind eyes and a head full of thinning gray hair, sat by the window. A steaming cup of coffee sat on the table beside his well-worn copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird.”
Mr. Harrison turned a page, glancing up every so often to watch people hurry past the window.
He liked this spot. It was quiet, warm, and familiar. He noticed the diner’s door swing open with a sharp jingle. A boy stepped in, shivering and stamping his feet, trying to shake off the cold.
The boy couldn’t have been more than 13. He wore a thin, oversized jacket, the kind that might have been passed down a few times too many, and shoes that looked two sizes too big. His cheeks were red from the cold, and his dark hair stuck to his forehead, wet with melting snow.
Mr. Harrison lowered his book slightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet observation.