Dear Lady with the Tulips

To the woman who handed me a tulip at the train station on April 3rd:

You probably don't remember. You were carrying a giant bunch from the flower market and handing them out to people on the platform, one by one, just smiling. You gave me a red one.

I was on my way to a job interview and was a nervous wreck. I held that tulip the whole ride, and by the time I got off I was smiling too. I put it in a paper cup on the receptionist's desk. She asked where I got it, and we talked about flowers for five minutes before my interview.

I got the job. I'm not saying it was the tulip. I'm not saying it wasn't. Thank you for whatever made you decide to do that. It made a whole platform full of strangers a little bit brighter.