When I think of my grandmother, Margaret Harper, the word that comes to mind is frugal. She rinsed Ziploc bags,

clipped coupons, and saved every twist tie. To us, it was quirky thrift. To her, it was purpose.

After she passed, I received an envelope with a $50 gift card. It felt impersonal, unlike her. Still, I used it

— and the cashier called the manager. In a back office, I learned the truth: Grandma was one of their

“Silent Angels.” For years, she had bought gift cards and asked staff to give them, anonymously, to strangers in need.

Her frugality wasn’t for herself. It was so she could give quietly, without recognition. That gift card in my hand was the last one she ever purchased.

I left in tears, seeing her differently. Soon after, I noticed a young mother struggling to pay

for her meal. I gave her Grandma’s card and simply said, “Pay it forward.” That moment changed me.

In her honor, I started The Harper Heart Fund, providing small anonymous acts of kindness. She showed me that true generosity doesn’t need applause.

Now I carry a gift card in my wallet, waiting for the right moment. To be, like her, an Angel in Disguise.