The man’s eyes filled with tears as he took the drink. He thanked Eli quietly and walked on, but something about that moment lingered with me. The next day, as I picked Eli up from preschool, a shiny red Bugatti rolled up in front of the schoolyard. Parents stopped mid-conversation.

The driver stepped out — and to my shock, it was the same mailman. Only now, he wasn’t wearing his postal uniform. He wore a white suit, carried himself with quiet confidence, and smiled like someone seeing an old friend.