“We’re going to live inside that house, silly! Right, Dad?” my daughter Kelly chimed in.
As I nodded, the reality of our new life began to sink in. Yet, the moment I opened the doors, something was wrong. The house was in disarray — someone had been there.
“We’ve examined the entire perimeter of the house and found no sign of forced entry, sir,” the officer reported after I called 911.
That evening, I got an anonymous call. In a robotic yet menacing tone, the voice told me I had 24 hours to decline all that Mr. Grives’ left me, leave the house, or else I would lose everything I love.
The mansion came with Mr. Grives’ loyal staff, and one of them warned me that this could be the doing of Mr. Grives’ eldest son, Christopher. I resolved to go to the cops in the morning.
But in the morning, my kids were vanished! Although the clever perpetrator had managed to hide his face from most of the CCTVs in and around the house, there was one he didn’t know about.
Mr. Grives’ staff watched in horror as they recognized the leader of three thugs drugging my children. It was Christopher.
From there on, the cops put everyone on the task of tracking Christopher, and didn’t rest until later that afternoon, when Christopher were spotted on the border of the state with my kids in the back of an old van.
Christopher was arrested, and my children were safe. But their fear had set in deep, and I had a choice to make: to heal and embrace the gift that kind soul left us, or to walk away, rebuilding from the start.
“Daddy, are we going to leave our home again?” Kelly’s question broke my heart.
I wrapped my arms around them. “We’re going to be okay. You want to know why?”
“IBecause the most valuable thing we have is right here, in my arms. So long as we stick together, we’ll always be rich in the most important way: love.”
While Brandon was blessed with children who understand the value of kindness and love, Mr. Greg wasn’t. Coming up next is his story.
3. Mr. Greg: My Teen Daughter Humiliated the Homeless, I Had to Teach Her a Lesson
I always thought I was doing right things for my daughter, Jane. I made sure she had everything she needed, but I missed teaching her something crucial — compassion for others. This hit me hard a few days ago when I lost my wallet.
After a fruitless search, I returned home to find Jane mocking a homeless man and his daughter at our doorstep. The shock set in when the man handed me my wallet, untouched. I was moved by that man’s gesture.
But Jane dismissively called them “trash,” and spoke to them with so much disgust…it broke my heart. I knew I had to fix this.
That evening, I invited the man, Mark, and his daughter for dinner. It was my chance to teach Jane about generosity.
“Dad, check the money! He probably stole it!” Jane said as I checked my wallet. Everything was there.
“All the money is here, sweetie. You’re mistaken,” I told her.
Seeing Mark’s and Lolita’s discomfort, I invited them to stay for dinner.
“Why don’t you guys join us?” I said. “It’s the least I can do to thank you.”
During dinner, Jane gave them paper plates instead of proper dishes.
“Why not use the nice dishes I got you for your birthday?” I suggested.
As we ate, I encouraged Mark to share his story, but Jane kept interrupting with rude comments. Eventually, I lost my patience.
“Shut your mouth, Jane!” I snapped. “You don’t know nothing. Misfortune could strike anyone.”
I then revealed a painful truth to Jane. “It’s my fault. I worked too much, especially after your mother passed. We were the same once,” I confessed. “Do you remember our ‘camping trips’? We were actually homeless.”
Jane was stunned. “How did we get back on our feet?”
“A kind man gave me a job. That changed our lives,” I said with a sigh.
Then, I looked at Mark. “And now, it’s my turn to pay it forward,” I told him.
Mark nodded. “All I did was what a decent human should do,” he said.
“I had no idea, Dad. I’m sorry,” Jane said after a pause.
“It’s okay, honey. It’s not too late to learn from this,” I told her.
When it was time for Mark and Lolita to go, I suggested, “Why don’t you both stay the night? We have plenty of room, and it’s getting late.”
Mark hesitated, then gratefully accepted. “Thank you, Greg. This means a lot.”
But I knew I wasn’t done helping them. Offering them a night’s shelter would not alleviate their problems. So I made a decision.
A little kindness costs nothing, guys, and I was ready to make sure that little Lolita and her dad had a good life.
The next day, I offered Mark a job as a driver and arranged a temporary home for them. “And I’ll help you until you’re back on your feet,” I promised.
“Oh, Really?” Mark gasped. “Nobody is this kind nowadays! I won’t let you down, sir,” Mark told me in tears. “Thank you so much!”
The smile on Lolita’s face that day made me realize I’d done the right thing. As for Jane…my Janie changed. She became a better person, and I’m so glad for that.
Grandmother Reunites with Her Long-Ago Sweetheart at the Care Facility
As it was a usual Sunday afternoon, Emma told her granddaughter Mia that she would like to move to a retirement home. She told her granddaughter that she was thinking about moving once again.
As Mia understand that her grandmother wanted to be with people in her age, she stated that her grandmother deserves to be happy.
A woman and her grandmother talking in their living room | Source: Midjourney
As Emma stated again, she told her granddaughter that she is feeling like a burden while she was staying with them, and having people on her age around her would make her feel better.
Mia told her grandmother that she is supporting her in her decision. Few weeks later, they took Emma to her retirement home. The crew of the retirement house were great as they were constantly smiling, and the place was great too.
After the registration, the family were waiting for coffee in the local cafe. At that moment, Emma saw Jack, her long-lost lover.
“Is that you, Peter?”
“Emma? How long has it been?”
An elderly man standing in a nursing home | Source: Midjourney
Mia asked to her grandmother, “Grammy, who is this you’re talking to?”
“My dear Mia, this is Jack, and Jack, this is my granddaughter, Mia.”
Jack turned to Mia, “Nice to meet with you Mia. Emma and I were very close back in the day.”
As the family were shocked, they sat down together at the table. As they watched their Grammy and Jack talk, they were feeling as if they were watching a romantic movie.
As they shared their old stories with one another and with the family, suddenly, Emma started to cry silently. Jack hugged to Emma as she started to sobbing.
A very sad-looking elderly woman is sitting in a nursing home’s café | Source: Midjourney
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Jack, I can’t forgive myself for what I’ve done. You are the father of my son, James.”
Jack was shocked, as he couldn’t give a proper sentence. “How… But… Why did you… Why a secret…”
Then Emma continued, “My family were against you Jack. I was in love with you, but they told me that they would disown me if I would be with you. After the night we spent together, James was born.”
An extremely shocked elderly man in a nursing home café | Source: Midjourney
As Jack’s head was spinning, he hold his face in his hands. His breathing became heavier with each inhale.
But as life had to intervene, Jack had told Emma that his family were taking him to a different state so he could study more efficiently. Emma said that she was heartbroken, and Jack stated that he did that for Emma to not have a problem with her family.
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