Police car pull into my driveway. My heart raced—I thought, “What did I do?” The same officer stepped out, holding a small plaque. He smiled and said, “You didn’t just help me with a flat tire that night. You reminded me why I joined the force in the first place—to serve good people like you.”
The plaque read: “In appreciation of your kindness.” It wasn’t much, but it reminded me that even small acts can leave a lasting impression.
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