“Oh, geez. I must have lost my wallet. I’m so sorry. I’ll have to come back for these things later,” Mary said to the cashier, who started picking up the items and putting them back. Meanwhile, Mary closed her purse, prepared to walk away, when the boy behind her in line spoke up.
“Wait, ma’am. You don’t have many things anyway. I’ll pay for them,” he said. He couldn’t be older than 12, and Mary noticed he didn’t look particularly well-off.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t put you out like that,” Mary countered.
“I insist, ma’am. Sometimes, we have to do good things, and karma will reward us later, right? That’s what my grandmother says all the time,” the boy said, paying for everything Mary had picked out. Luckily, it was only a few essentials.
A few days later, the boy heard a knock at the door.
He was home alone, finishing up his homework at the small kitchen table, and the sound startled him. They didn’t get many visitors, and his grandmother usually let him know if someone was coming by. He hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously toward the front door. When the knock came again, more gentle this time, he stood up and cautiously peeked through the window.
To his surprise, it was the woman from the grocery store — Mary. She was standing on the porch, holding a…👇