Proof of Genuine Sympathy In The World

I realized the other day that there are still genuinely compassionate people in this world. I'm a little hesitant to tell this story here because I'm a little embarrassed about it, and I haven't told anyone the entire story yet. On Saturday, a lot of little things added up to a really crappy day, and I ended up at the mall with my mom, sad about my grandpa because I'd been visiting my grandma, jealous of my sister because my grandma's taking her on a cruise and a tour of Europe, and hungry because I hadn't really eaten since breakfast. At the mall, my mom promised that it would be a quick trip to find a baby shower gift and that we'd go find something to eat right afterward. An hour later, my mom was looking at shoes and insisting that I stay with her instead of going to get food. Everything sort of added up and I almost started crying, so I got out of there as fast as possible. I ended up at a Seattle's Best Coffee in the food court where, much to my embarrassment, I started full-on crying. Now, I absolutely hate crying in front of people, especially people I don't know, but the barista noticed that I was crying and came over to ask if I wanted a hug and gave me a coupon for a free coffee. I wish I'd been coherent enough to thank her properly, but I was too embarrassed to really say much beyond "thanks". So:

Dear Seattle's Best barista,
I really appreciated your sympathy last Saturday, and I will hold it as proof that there are genuinely good people in the world. I wish I hadn't had a break-down in public, but I'm glad that it happened in your coffee shop, since it had to happen.

Sincerely,
Emily