This is for the young woman behind me in line at the grocery store. You did not know me. You did not know I was at the beginning of what turned out to be a migraine that almost put me in the hospital. You did not know my husband was let go from a 16-year job during the recession, which leaves us short on money sometimes. What you did know was that my debit card was not accepted. And when I told the cashier that if she held my groceries, I'd be back soon to pay a different way, you said you would pay for them. When I thanked you, you said someone had done the same for you. I could see you did not want to make a big deal out of it. I wanted to give you a hug and tell you how grateful I was. I have tears in my eyes now just thinking of your generosity. As I was leaving, I said I would do the same for someone else when I could. And when I got to my car, I called and told my husband. The next day I told my best friend. When I get to work tomorrow, I will be telling everyone there. What you did could be considered a small gesture—my grocery bill was a little over $20—but it will reverberate in my life for a very long time. Thank you.—Anonymous