A Waitress Slipped a Note Under a Lonely Diner's Plate. It Traveled Further Than She Knew

She almost didn't have the courage to write it.

He came in alone every evening, ordered the same modest meal, and always ate with a faraway, weary look in his eyes.

So one night the waitress scribbled a small note on the back of the bill, just a few words hoping he had a good tomorrow.

He kept it in his pocket. When his own week turned hard, he wrote the same words for a stranger at the bus stop.

That stranger passed it on too. A single line from a shy waitress ended up carried across the whole town, one pocket at a time.