To the wonderful lady at McDonald's last Monday. Things were pretty stressed at our house, so much so, that I said I'd take the kids to McDonald's to thank them for putting up with all the craziness. We got there with limited time and the kids immediately zoomed off to the Playland while I put in our order...and realized I had forgotten my wallet at home. There was no way I could pry the kids out of the Playland, get them into their winter clothes and home and back again before we ran out of time. I told the young girl behind the counter that I would go see what money I had in the car. I came back with $10 in change, madly prioritizing what to order...only to see that the girl had put our order through and it was all sitting there waiting for me. The lady behind me in line saw what was going on and, over my protests, chipped in the remaining $4. "Don't worry about it. It happens to all of us." It was -- without a doubt -- the nicest thing a stranger has ever done for me. And that was why I was crying in the McDonald's Playland.