Years ago, my wife and I were stranded on a dark, empty road after our car broke down. With no phones or help in sight, a young college student stopped and drove us safely into town. When we tried to pay him, he simply said, “Just pass it on.”
Years later, my wife called me in tears after seeing the news—our rescuer, now a doctor, had died saving others. Seeing his face again, I finally understood his words.
“Pass it on” wasn’t about returning a favor; it was about keeping kindness alive. Since then, I’ve helped others whenever I can—not out of obligation, but gratitude. True kindness doesn’t end—it moves forward, from one heart to another.
