The Stranger Who Made My Sundays Feel Special
Every Sunday, a quiet older man visited the diner where I worked, ordered the same Grand Slam and black coffee, and left exactly $100 on the table. At first, I assumed he was simply a generous customer—someone who noticed busy servers and offered quiet acts of kindness without expecting anything in return. He never left…
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