They Missed My Kindness
There wasn't a package pickup station anywhere in our apartment complex.
So out of goodwill, I turned my storage room into a pickup station.
I took in packages, organized shelves, labeled everything, and stayed up late every night waiting for people to pick up their deliveries.
Then one day, a resident showed up at my door and accused me of stealing her $3,000 gold necklace.
"You signed for the delivery. Now it's gone. You had to have opened the package and swapped it out."
Residents crowded the hallway, whispering behind my back.
Not one person defended me.
My stomach dropped.
They were the ones complaining about packages getting stolen off their doorsteps.
I was the one helping th
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