42 years ago, an anonymous person left a large box of groceries on our front porch (sometime after we all went to bed).
My mother was supporting 5 children on a 50–hr week at minimum wage with no help from my father, the state or anybody else.
There were many nights where we had only potato soup and cornbread. Some nights we went to bed hungry.
We never found out who left the groceries, but it did more than fill our stomachs. It also filled our hearts, knowing that somebody out there would go out of their way to do it.
Not knowing who our benefactor was, we never could pay it back, so we endeavor to pay it forward.
~ Name Withheld