Hannah Brencher. If you find this letter ... How I found the meaning of life by writing hundreds of letters to strangers (№ 455912)

I don't know what's really going on in heaven, if there's a giant staircase in heaven or a movie theater where you can see everything you've influenced in a sort of "Crash"-type adventure movie. But I know for sure that this is how our stories are arranged: the prints that we leave on the palms of others have the ability to pass from hand to hand. The smallest of our actions, which we forget, can help someone survive and endure. I have ceased to doubt such an impact, because faith in it - faith in miracles in the mud of everyday life - gives you a sense of purpose.