There are moments when someone believes help will never come. Today, I witnessed one of those moments turn into restoration. A man who thought he was forgotten found his way back to connection, and I was blessed to stand in the gap.
When he tried to offer me something in return, I told him:
“There is nothing you can give me that’s worth the price of paying it forward.”
Because the truth is, blessings multiply when they move. Help is not meant to be hoarded—it’s meant to be handed off.
My phone may be off, but I have a direct line to mine: my heart, my spirit, my legacy. That line never disconnects. It reminds me to keep pushing, even when the signal feels weak, even when the world says “no.”
So I ask you—please pay it forward.
Not because I need it, but because someone else is waiting for the same miracle.
Keep pushing. Keep giving. Keep believing.
Shana
December 10, 2025 at 2:42 pmYes this is so true. And that feeling of paying it forward is the best feeling. Ase