Kindness Repaid: A Journey from Lunch to Justice

At 14, I was too poor to afford lunch and pretended to forget it. A kind teacher brought me food daily until she vanished mid-year. Ten years later, as a lawyer, I saw her name on my schedule. She walked in, trembling, her gentle eyes unchanged.

She didn’t recognize me until I said my name—then she smiled. Her husband had left her broke after 20 years. She needed help but couldn’t pay. I took her case for free. We won, recovering her savings and more. She hugged me, saying I’d saved her. I said it was a debt repaid.