I gave my last $10 to a homeless man in 1998. Decades later, a lawyer walked into my office carrying a box—and the moment I opened it, I broke down in tears.

I took out a clean sheet of stationery, picked up my pen, and wrote a single line across the top of the page to place inside the box alongside Samuel’s notebook:

Kindness is never lost; it is only waiting for the right time to return home.

I closed the box, turned off the desk lamp, and walked upstairs to sleep, deeply and peacefully, knowing that we were finally safe.