“We Are One”: A True Story of Kindness, Healing, and Faith Restored

For a long time, I didn’t realize how deeply I had lost faith in humanity. It is not because I wanted to, but because life taught me—again and again—that trusting others could cost me. So I hardened. I learned to survive by relying only on myself. I carried the belief: No one will come. I must do this alone. But the Universe, in its divine tenderness, doesn’t just leave those beliefs unchecked forever. It waits for the right moment, and when you’re ready—it sends you a lesson wrapped in love. This is a story about that moment, a moment in a Walmart parking lot on a hot summer day, a moment that cracked me open and restored my faith in humanity.

🚙 The Breakdown That Became a Breakthrough

My mom and I had just finished some last-minute shopping for her trip back to Vietnam. She was excited to return home after many years—and I was just happy to help her prepare. But as we loaded the car, we discovered it wouldn’t start. We tried again and again. Nothing. The sun was hot. My mom was tired. The day felt like it was unraveling.

I looked around for help and approached a man nearby.

At first, he seemed annoyed that I even asked. He said he didn’t have jumper cables—I told him I had mine. Still, he hesitated. His body language closed. I caught myself judging his demeanor. See? No one helps anymore, my old belief whispered. But then another voice—quieter, wiser—interrupted: He’s allowed his boundaries. Don’t take it personally. So I thanked him and walked away, looking for another solution.

Minutes later, to my surprise, the same man walked over with a portable jump starter in hand.“Pop the hood,” he said simply. I noticed a limp in his step. Something about him softened in my heart. He had his own struggles—and yet he chose to show up.

He tried everything he could, but the battery wasn’t the issue. “I’m sorry, that’s all I got,” he said. And even though the car still wouldn’t start, I felt so moved by his effort.

As he turned to leave, he pointed to a beat-up car that had just pulled in. “Ask him,” he said. “I’m sure he can help you.” It seemed random. How would he know?

But the moment felt orchestrated—like the Universe was speaking through him.

🧡 The Stranger Who Showed Up Like Family

I approached the driver. His car looked worse than mine. The seats were worn, belongings scattered everywhere—it looked like he might be living out of it. Yet before I could finish explaining, he said, “Of course. I’ll help you.” Without hesitation.

He carried a heavy car battery from his own car and swapped it with mine. He worked under the hot sun, back and forth, troubleshooting with care. I offered to help, and he replied, “It’s okay. I love to help.”

He didn’t ask for anything. He didn’t rush. And with every action, I felt my heart healing—slowly, tenderly. We ended up walking to Walmart together, looking for a fuse to test. On the way, I thanked him again. He smiled and said:“This is how it should be. We help each other, not fight. Doesn’t matter your race or where you’re from. We’re all one.”

I almost cried. How could he have known that those were the exact words my soul needed to hear?

🌎 We Are One: Breaking the Stereotypes

This man—Mexican, likely unhoused, barely getting by himself—was showing up for me more than most people ever had. And this wasn’t just any day. It was during a time of tension in Los Angeles, when anti-immigrant sentiment was being amplified, and fear was spreading. Yet here he was, doing the exact opposite of every harmful stereotype.

He was proving, through action, that goodness transcends narratives.

He later told me:“When my car broke down, no one helped me. So now, when I see someone stuck, I can’t say no.” They were the same words my husband once said, the same belief my grandfather and great-aunt lived by, the same soul truth spoken through so many faces over generations.

🕊 A Lesson in Trust

My mom wasn’t feeling well from the heat, and I needed to find a solution fast. The man offered to drive me to AutoZone to find the parts that Walmart didn't carry. My mom’s friends on the phone warned me not to get in a stranger’s car. And I understood their fear—after all, I had lived many years inside that fear myself. But something inside me whispered: This is different. You can trust this one.

So I chose to trust. I chose faith over fear. And even though we didn’t end up finding the right fuse, even though the mechanic friend later arrived to help start the car—this man, this beautiful stranger, gave me something greater:He gave me back my faith.

We shared a simple meal before parting ways. I compensated him for his time with what I could. He told me "You're a good person too." and I felt, not just my own faith in humanity, but his was restored too.

Before we parted ways, I asked him his name.He smiled and said:“Jesus.” And just like that, I knew this was no random encounter. This was sacred. Not because of religion,but because the name “Jesus” carries the frequency of compassion, humility, and divine service. And this man, in every way, embodied that light. He gave when he had little. He went above and beyond for a stranger. He healed me—without ever knowing he did.

The Universe had sent me a literal messenger of love. And now, every time I remember this day, I don’t just remember kindness. I remember grace.

💫 An Invitation to You

Let this story be your reminder:

There are still good people in this world. They may not wear capes. They may not have perfect cars or polished words. But they show up, and that’s what matters.

So next time you have the chance—help someone. Be the one who stops. Be the one who smiles. Be the one who heals someone else’s faith just by being kind.

Because the truth is, we are all walking each other home.

And if you’re still carrying the belief that no one will come for you—let this be your sign that someone will.

They already are.

You are not alone. You never were.

With so much love and gratitude,

Solarys 🌙✨