She planned to sell them during recess. She didn’t understand consequences—only urgency. The teacher saw a child trying to sell items at school and assumed the worst.
I sat there, stunned. What she did was wrong. There’s no denying that.
But the heart behind it—God, the heart behind it—was pure. I cried. I didn’t hide it.
I pulled her into my arms and told her we would help, but the right way. That we never solve one problem by creating another. That she should never feel alone with a burden that big.
Educational games
That night, I started a GoFundMe for her friend’s brother. We’re still collecting. People showed up.
Neighbors. Strangers. Hope.
Kindness can look like the wrong thing from the outside. But when you look closer, sometimes all you see is a child trying to save the world with what little she has. And as long as empathy like that exists, I believe there’s still hope for ours.
