When my five-year-old son offered a tired mail carrier a cup of cold water on a very hot afternoon, I thought nothing more than, what a sweet moment. The man looked exhausted, but grateful, and Eli proudly told him he was a superhero for working so hard. The mail carrier thanked him kindly and continued his route with a smile. That night, Eli drew a picture of him with wings, calling him “Mr. Mailman — My Hero.” I had no idea how much that small act would matter.
The next day, when I picked Eli up from preschool, a bright red luxury car pulled up outside. People stopped and stared as the driver stepped out — and to our surprise, it was the same man, only now dressed in a suit. He explained he once worked as a delivery worker and now ran a foundation supporting others in the field. He told Eli his kindness reminded him of what really matters. Then he gave Eli a small toy car — a keepsake from his childhood.
