At the grocery store, Michael picked up a cart. “Let’s get what you need, Emily,” he said, handing her a basket. Emily glanced at him nervously, then began to carefully select items—bread, eggs, some vegetables, and, of course, milk. She was cautious, aware of the generosity being extended to her, not wanting to take more than necessary.

Michael watched her, a sense of admiration growing within him. This young girl, barely ten, was shouldering responsibilities no child should have. He was reminded of his own childhood, the countless times his mother had gone without so he could have enough. And now, he realized, it was his turn to pay it forward.