It was raining heavily that evening when I found myself stranded at a crowded bus station hundreds of miles from home.

And to make matters worse, I hadn’t eaten all day.

The small amount of cash I had left needed to last until I reached my destination.

So I sat quietly in the corner, trying to ignore my hunger while watching people rush past.

She was sitting a few seats away, reading a book while eating from a small takeout container.

Every few minutes she would glance up and look around the station.

“You look like you’ve had a rough day,” she said.

She held out the extra sandwich from her bag.

It was one of the kindest things a stranger had ever done for me.

She was traveling home after visiting family.