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Though they’ve rarely seen her, Sara Yahia’s thoughtful gesture brightens the day of many. Outside her home sits a three-tiered shelf on wheels, lovingly stocked with candies, chips, cookies, bottles of water, and a sign hanging above it that reads:

"For delivery drivers, thank you for your service. Please feel free to grab yourself one or two items. Hoping that...

It was just past midnight when Sara Yahia found herself in the emergency room, exhausted and anxious, waiting for a family member to be seen when she noticed a man with three small children who looked pale and visibly uncomfortable. The father, clearly distraught, was doing his best to get help, but his limited English stood in the way.

Then...

It was a Thursday, one of those heavy ones where silence speaks louder than words in the office.

Sara Yahia noticed her colleague Maya, usually upbeat and quick with a smile, sitting a little too still at her desk. Her eyes, watery and red, didn’t lift from the screen, and her coffee sat untouched. No one else seemed to notice....

It was an ordinary Saturday morning when I met Harold. I was sitting in a quiet coffee shop on the Upper West Side, reading Wuthering Heights, a book I’ve read more times than I can count. It’s become something of a comfort for me, the kind of novel that always says something new each time I return to it.

Harold...