One Day, a Courier Brought Chinese Food I Didn’t Order – The Message I Found on the Back of the Receipt Was Just the Beginning

The delivery man at my door maintained that the Chinese cuisine was for me even though I hadn’t ordered it. I discovered a letter written on the back of the receipt when I got the package home and opened it. I didn’t know then what I was going to discover in the next few days.

Being a single mother requires constant balancing, something I’m still getting used to. There were days when I thought I was barely surviving. On other days, I thought I may drown.

However, things changed that evening with an unexpected delivery and an enigmatic note.

Two years ago, the day my husband packed up and left, I had to face the reality of being a single mother. I was left to pick up the pieces as he moved on and started a new life with someone else.

I didn’t have time to mope about it back then. I needed to be strong for my two little children who were relying on me.

Jamie was five years old, bursting with curiosity and boundless energy. My child, Emily, was at the age where being silent meant disaster most of the time.

My days as a single mother were filled with dinner preparation, dropping them off at school, and making sure they had everything they needed.

I usually went to bed fatigued, expecting to wake up with enough energy to repeat the process.

It was the same on Thursday night.

With great focus, Jamie was laying out on the floor of the living room, constructing a Lego tower.

Emily, meanwhile, was laughing at her creation and had decided to spread yogurt all over the carpet. I sighed, already envisioning the long night ahead, and grabbed a rag to wipe up the mess.

The doorbell then rang.

Wiping my hands on my jeans, I scowled. I had no expectations. I assumed it was either a neighbor in need of anything or a solicitor.

A young man in a delivery uniform was standing there when I pulled the door open, holding his phone in one hand and a big paper bag of takeout in the other.

As he looked at his screen, he said, “Hi, uh, delivery for Mrs. Carter?”

I blinked. “I think you have the wrong address.”

He paused, looking at his phone again. “It has already been paid for. “Are you certain you didn’t place this order?”

I gave a headshake. “Positive.”

He scowled before shrugging. “Well, nobody is calling the number that is provided. You might as well savor the meal.

He nodded, gave the bag over, and made his way back to his car.

My stomach growled as the aroma of sweet and sour chicken wafted up, leaving me momentarily perplexed.

I placed the bag on the counter and carried it inside.

Jamie’s gaze left his Legos. “Mom? “What is that?”

“Apparently, dinner,” I said, my confusion unresolved.

I retrieved a crumpled receipt from inside. I looked at the back of the receipt at that point. A message was written in neat, meticulous handwriting.

Life might surprise us in positive ways at times. Kindness will find its way back to you if you open your heart.

For a long time, I stared at it, wondering who may have sent it to me, but I couldn’t think of any answers.

We all sat down to a surprise feast, and for some reason I didn’t give it much thought.

When Emily tried to use chopsticks like drumsticks that night, Jamie burst out laughing for the first time in weeks.

The tight knot of worry in my chest suddenly relaxed a bit for the first time in months.

The weeks that followed felt different, as though the cosmos had changed. Little deeds of goodwill keep popping up in my life—unexpected yet well-timed.

My grass had been mowed one morning when I went outside to have my coffee.

It was perfectly trimmed, as if someone had done it overnight, but I hadn’t had the time or energy to do it myself.

When I went to a drive-thru for coffee a few days later, I discovered that the car ahead of me had already paid for my order.

And then my vehicle.

I had been putting off taking it to a repair because I was concerned about the expense, even though it had been making an odd noise for weeks.

I discovered a message hidden beneath the windshield wiper one afternoon.

Your car might require some work, I noted. I’ll have a look if you ever want to bring it by. No fee. Simply giving back.

It was signed with the address of a nearby car dealership and a first name I didn’t know.

The notion that these weren’t coincidences persisted.

This was done by someone. I had been noticed. Someone had made the decision to assist.

Then I discovered my solution one afternoon.

I had brought Jamie and Emily to the park so they could get some exercise and I could sit on a bench and take in the infrequent quiet.

That’s when I saw that night’s young delivery driver. He was browsing on his phone while seated a few benches away.

After a moment of hesitation, I summoned up the bravery to approach.

“Hey,” I said in a hesitant tone. “Remember when you brought dinner to my place a couple weeks ago? Chinese food delivery?

Startled, he raised his head. His expression changed from bewilderment to recognition, and a gradual smile appeared on his lips.

His response was, “Yeah, I remember,” “I didn’t think you’d track me down.”

I crossed my arms. “You were the one, were you not? The little deeds of kindness, the note… The free auto repair and someone cutting my grass. You only did that?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Not just me.”

I cocked my head, anticipating his explanation.

“Well… “It’s simply that,” he started. “Your story got around, and people wanted to help.”

“My story?” I inquired. “What is meant by that? I’m not even familiar to you.”

His face was genuine as he looked directly into my eyes.

His words, “I didn’t have to,” “I noticed the toys in the yard when I dropped off that food, and you appeared worn out yet determined to keep going. It made me think of my childhood mother. She also reared me by herself. held two jobs. hardly had time to catch their breath.”

I took a deep breath, attempting to take in the situation.

“But how did my story ‘get around’?” I inquired.

With a sigh, he looked at the floor for a while before turning back to face me. “After I left your house that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your kids.”

I remained silent and let him talk.

“I brought it up to some colleagues the following day,” he added. “I explained to them the confusion and how I had left the food at your house nevertheless. They began inquiring about you. if you had family nearby or if you needed assistance. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even though I didn’t know.”

He tapped the screen of his phone after taking it out.

“So, I made a post in a neighborhood group. I mentioned a dedicated single mother who seemed in need of a little help, but I didn’t give your name or address. I figured someone might want to help out.

My breath caught in my chest. “And people actually did?”

He gave a nod. You would be taken aback. A man in my community offered to inspect your vehicle. I received a message from a woman requesting that she put a grocery gift card in your mailbox. Others inquired as to how they could assist without drawing attention to themselves.

Emotions whirling within me, I put my hand over my mouth. “The coffee? “The lawn?”

“One of the women in the group was the coffee. The grass? My friend was that person. He makes a job by mowing lawns, so why not? He claimed it would only take five minutes.

Still in shock, I shook my head. “All these people… they don’t even know me.”

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He grinned. “That’s the problem. They are not required to. People occasionally only wish to assist.

Still absorbing everything, I gazed at him. And then I had an idea.

“The Chinese food that first night. In reality, who covered the cost?

“Really? “I don’t know,” he answered.

“Wait… you don’t know?”

“No. At first, I thought it was you, but when you were so perplexed, I realized it must have been sent by someone else.

I didn’t anticipate that. I assumed his plan included that first dinner as well.

“Whoever paid for it… they started something bigger than they probably even realized,” he said. “But just promise me one thing, will you?”

I nodded as I glanced at him.

“When you get the chance, do the same for someone else.”

I thought about what he said for a long time after that day.

A few months later, I heard a distressed woman behind me while I was waiting in line at the grocery store. Her face flushed with shame as she fumbled with her wallet and apologized to the clerk. They had refused to accept her card.

I took the first step without thinking. “I’ve got it.”

Her eyes widened as she faced me. “Oh, no, I can’t let you—”

I grinned. Indeed. It’s alright.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she muttered, “Thank you.”

I remembered the letter I had discovered on the back of the receipt that evening as I gave my card to the cashier.

Life might surprise us in positive ways at times. Kindness will find its way back to you if you open your heart.

And I was certain that it had already done so.