I bought a used camera lens on eBay from Japan for eight dollars. Eight bucks. In Ohio, the cardboard box arrived on my porch. Inside, there was no printed receipt. No discount coupon. Sitting on top of the bubble wrap was a tiny origami crane, folded from floral chiyogami paper. Tucked under its wing was a note written in shaky pencil: "Thank you for finding my lens. Thirty years ago, I used this to take photos of my daughter's wedding. Now my eyes are failing. May this glass bring light and joy to your world, as it did to mine." I paid eight dollars for old glass. And a stranger across an ocean gave me their family's blessings. I held that paper crane and wept.