I was the poor kid growing up. My mom used to send me to birthday parties with no present, just so I could eat.
In 5th grade, my friend’s mom invited me to sleep over for the night before the actual birthday party.
When her daughter was in the shower, the mom laid out the toys that she had bought her daughter for her birthday.
She let me pick one to wrap and put my name on. I’m 37 now. I am still grateful to that mom. That one act made such an impact on me.