The Day My Oat Milk Disappeared (and What It Taught Me About Kindness)

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May be an image of text that says 'I'm severely allergic to dairy, so I bring my own oat milk to work. It's labeled. Still, it kept disappearing, and I had to go without my daily coffee. So, I got petty and filled a carton with toothpaste and baking soda. The next day, I heard gagging in the break ro om. To my horror,.. (Read more in the first comment'

The Day My Oat Milk Disappeared (and What It Taught Me About Kindness)

It’s easy to feel justified in our frustration when we’ve been wronged, especially in the small, everyday injustices that chip away at our patience. But sometimes, behind those annoyances lies a story we haven’t bothered to learn.

In this story, what began as a petty act of revenge revealed a far deeper truth—not about theft, but about hardship, dignity, and the quiet battles people fight behind closed doors. The real lesson? That a splash of compassion can go much further than a mouthful of vengeance.

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