Slowly, the magic unfolded. Josiah insisted the man get the biggest burger on the menu, and before the first bite could even be taken, he reached out, squeezed the man’s hand, and prayed aloud. Tears shimmered in the eyes of everyone nearby, and as the man opened up about his lost son and broken past, a quiet hope lit up the Waffle House.

Other diners, moved by the moment, began to donate money to help, and the man who had once seemed invisible was now surrounded by warmth, conversation, and care. Later, as I tucked Josiah into bed and he whispered, “Did I do a good thing, Mommy?” I realized that true kindness isn’t a moment—it’s a way of living, one small act at a time.