Coffee Story I bought the same cup of coffee everyday from the corner shop in downtown LA. Large cup, light cream, no sugar. They looked up as I walked in, started grinding the beans. I grabbed a cup before my 1-way flight to Texas. My last week of fellowship; didn’t say Bye.

I came across a picture of me drinking my last cup while unboxing some bagels and masks sent from my sister. I was really missing home.

I wrote a letter to this coffee shop with this picture: “Hi, you probably don’t remember me but you kept me going everyday during trauma fellowship. Sometimes that light cream was my breakfast and lunch. I just wanted to say thank you for what you do.”

Two weeks later a package arrives. It’s two bags of my favorite beans and a tumbler. They remembered me. During a pandemic. Amongst all the fear and masked faces. I know I didn’t have to remind you, but there are good humans out there. Spread the 💙

Omg the coffee shop got back to me. And wow, I didn’t anticipate the responses!🥹 I love all of your beautiful stories (I think a lot of us needed the boost) & learned to thank early. Hope you all keep supporting each other, one cup or moment at a time.💙

@CPark_MD I LOVE THIS! Thank you for sharing ❤️

@loveisall1576 You’re welcome! Just felt it was nice to balance out the rest of what’s been on my Twitter feed…not enough credit is given to those who deserve it.

@CPark_MD Love this story. Thank you for sharing.