When I got there, I was already on edge. I could barely explain myself to the front desk, just insisting someone see me immediately. I kept repeating how much pain I was in, desperate for help.A few minutes later, I felt a gentle hand tap my shoulderI turned—and froze.It was her.The mom from the grocery store.The one I mocked.She was standing there… in scrubs.She gave me a small, calm smile and softly said:“Do you recognize me?”

My heart dropped. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to disappear.And yet, she didn’t treat me any differently.She cleaned my wound. She bandaged my hand.She did her job with kindness and grace.I went home that night with more than just stitches.I went home with a lesson I’ll never forget:You never know what someone is going through.Be kind. Always.