My 5-Year-Old Offered a Mailman a

Always More Cups

The heat that Tuesday was brutal. From the porch, I watched my

five-year-old, Eli, draw chalk dinosaurs while a weary mailman trudged up the street.

Neighbors whispered cruelly about his age and struggle.

Eli frowned. “Mom, why are they being so mean? He’s just trying to do his job.”

When the mailman reached us, exhausted, Eli ran inside and returned with his Paw Patrol cup of water and a chocolate bar.

“You look really thirsty,” he said. The man’s eyes filled.

“You just made my whole day,” he told him.

That night, Eli drew a mailman with wings: “Mr. Mailman—My Hero.”

The next day, the “mailman” arrived in a Bugatti—wealthy businessman Jonathan.

He revealed he once delivered mail and now runs a foundation for postal workers.

Touched by Eli’s kindness, he later sent a $25,000 check for Eli’s future.

The true gift wasn’t money—it was the reminder that kindness, freely given, is priceless. Always more cups.