I met a woman at church with an ACT OF BLESSINGS ( Pure Altruism ) at first sight, she gave me a money without knowing at first!

I met a woman at church with an Act of Blessings ( Pure Altruism ) at first sight, she gave me a money without knowing at first!

Yesterday, right after the Holy Mass ended, I never expected to experience one of those quiet, gentle moments that feel like a little gift from God—one of those times when you know He is speaking to you through another person, and every word exchanged feels like a blessing. I was walking slowly out of the church doors, still holding close the prayers I had just offered, when an elderly woman—she looked to be around sixty years old or more—motioned for me to come over to her with a warm, kind smile. I didn’t know her at all, but her face was soft and welcoming, so I walked over, and we started walking together along the way home. She told me she lived on a street just a little further from mine, so we kept each other company as we walked, and what she shared with me stays in my heart even now, so clearly and vividly.

She told me she had been watching me at church for quite some time, and that she admired what she saw in me. She said she noticed I come to Mass almost every single day, and what had touched her most was how I always kneel and pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet, faithfully reciting three full decades in a row, every time I am there. It surprised me— I never thought anyone paid that much attention to what I do in prayer; I only ever do it because it is my greatest joy and comfort, my way of talking to God and bringing all my cares and hopes to Him. But as she spoke, I felt so humbled, and I told her exactly what each of those three decades means to me, and what I pray for every single time:

The first full decade I always dedicate to the conversion of sinners—asking God to soften hearts, to guide those who have wandered away from Him, and to bring everyone closer to His love and mercy. The second full decade is for my mother, whose soul has passed on, and for all the holy souls in Purgatory, that they may be granted peace, rest, and eternal joy in God’s presence. And the third full decade I offer entirely for my own blessing, and for my own consecration to the Divine Mercy—asking Jesus to hold me, my family, and everything I have, safe in His merciful heart, and to make me more like Him every day. I also told her that after these prayers, I always turn to Our Lady of Lourdes, and I pray to Her for healing: healing within my family, healing for everyone connected to me, and healing for every soul who comes near me longing for comfort, hope, or grace. I told her this is my daily routine, my way of life, and I never tire of doing it, for it is where I find my strength.

Then she opened up to me about her own life, and my heart went out to her. She told me she has two children, both with autism, and she spoke softly about her worries and hopes for their future—yet she also shared with such pride that, despite all the challenges, both of her children had finished college. I could feel how much love and care she had poured into them, and how much faith she had carried through every hard day. Hearing her story, I felt a deep connection with her, because I too know what it is like to love a child with special needs, and to carry their well-being close to my heart every moment. I told her gently: “I also have a son. His name is Michaelsteven, but we call him Mico. He is also disabled—he is deaf.” As soon as I said it, I felt understood, like we were two mothers who shared the same quiet love, the same prayers, and the same trust in God’s plan for our children.

And then, something happened that I never could have expected. Out of nowhere, even though we had only just met, and did not know each other’s names or lives before this moment, she reached into her bag and handed me two hundred pesos. She said, very softly and sincerely, “This money is for your son, for Mico.” I was so taken aback—so surprised and so moved—because I had never received anything from a stranger before, not like this, not from someone who had only just heard my story. Before she gave it to me, she had asked what my son’s name was, and when I told her “Michaelsteven, or Mico,” she smiled and said she would pray for him. After that, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, each heading toward our own street, but my heart was full, heavy with gratitude and wonder.

As I walked home, I held that money carefully in my hand, and I thought deeply about what it meant, and how I should use it. I told myself, this is a gift from God, sent through this kind woman, and it must be spent in the best, most meaningful way possible. I remembered that one of the greatest acts of mercy and charity taught by the Divine Mercy is to feed the hungry, to give food to those who are in need. That is exactly what I did. I spent every single peso of that two hundred pesos buying food and we shared it together with my son. It felt like the right way to honor her kindness, and to let her gift be a blessing to us.

But there was something else I wanted to do for Mico, something that has been on my heart for a long time. I had saved up, and I bought a plain t-shirt worth five hundred pesos, because I wanted to have it made into a special Divine Mercy shirt for my son. You see, I never want Mico to wear just ordinary, everyday clothes when we go to church together. I want him to wear something that shows his faith, something that bears the image and name of the Divine Mercy, because my devotion is not just for me—it is for him, too. I don’t want anyone who sees him at church to think of him as just someone standing around, or just a boy with a disability. I want people to look at him and see a child of God, a child who is part of this great devotion, a child who is loved and cherished by the Lord. My greatest wish is for Mico to grow up God-fearing, rooted in faith, and deeply devoted to the Divine Mercy, just as I am. I want his clothes to reflect what is in his heart, and what is in mine—that we belong to God, always, everywhere.

Last night, as I prayed before going to sleep, I thanked God for that meeting, for that kind woman, for her kindness, and for the reminder that He sees everything we do, every quiet prayer, every act of love, every hope we carry for our children. I know that everything that happened yesterday was not by chance. It was God’s way of telling me that my prayers are heard, my love for my son is seen, and that I am never walking this journey alone.

RESEARCH REPORT:

Receiving an unexpected financial gift for your child from someone you just met is often seen as a blessing, an act of generosity, or a sign of community support. In a spiritual context, people often interpret this as a manifestation of grace, divine provision, or a pay-it-forward moment meant to bring peace to your life.

While the exact meaning depends on your personal belief system, it is most commonly viewed in these ways:

• Divine Provision: Many believe that when a stranger provides for your needs, it is a higher power working through that person to answer a prayer or ease a financial burden.

• A Blessing of Favor: In many faith traditions, giving to a child is considered a highly spiritual and blessed act. It is often seen as speaking favor, protection, and a positive future over your son's life.

• Pure Altruism: Sometimes, it simply means an individual felt a strong, positive intuition or calling to bless someone else. It represents human kindness and the connection we all share.

Until Next Time,

Yuna