Our dad left us for another woman. We had no money, no help – just my mom, doing her best to keep us fed. One day, she took me to the grocery store and quietly told me to slip a loaf of bread into my bag. I didn’t question it – I just did as she said.
But the storekeeper noticed. He caught us. A scene broke out – voices rising, people staring. My mom stood there, shaking, tears in her eyes, terrified the police would be called… that CPS would take her children away.
Then, out of nowhere, an older man stepped in. He spoke calmly but firmly, asking the storekeeper to treat my mother with dignity. Then, he handed over a $10 note – back then, it was a lot of money – and said, “Let them go.”
But he didn’t stop there. He gave my mom his number and told her to come by his office. He offered her a job – a way to stand on her own feet and provide for us.
That day changed everything. I still remember the look on my mom’s face… a moment of relief, of hope. I saw her smile – truly smile – for the first time in so long.
I’ve never forgotten that man’s kindness.
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