Um senhorio sem coração dá um aviso a uma mulher que não paga o aluguel. Mas quando ele vai à casa da irmã para um jantar em família, ele fica chocado ao encontrá-la lá.
A vida é dura, e se torna ainda mais dura se os corações que nos cercam são feitos de pedra. Diane Salinger sabia sobre a vida. Aos sessenta e dois anos, ela tinha visto muito mais dias escuros do que ensolarados e chorou muitas lágrimas.
Mas Diane não era o tipo de mulher que desistia. Toda vez que a vida a derrubava, ela se levantava, pronta para lutar novamente. Ela havia perdido o marido três anos antes, então um tornado arrasou sua casa. Mas ela apenas pegou as estacas e começou tudo de novo.
Mesmo quando Diane explicou por que estava com o aluguel atrasado, Chris não demonstrou simpatia. | Fonte: Shutterstock.com
Ela pegou suas economias e comprou uma pequena mercearia em uma cidadezinha de médio porte em Michigan. Era perfeita para ela. Uma cidade grande o suficiente para apreciar alguns dos itens exóticos que ela pretendia levar, pequena o suficiente para ser aconchegante e quente.
Aconchegante e caloroso pode descrever a comunidade em geral, mas não o senhorio de Diane, Chris Turkle. Foi de Chris que Diane alugou seu pequeno apartamento a uma curta distância da loja.
Quando as coisas ficam difíceis, é importante estarmos presentes um para o outro.
Até onde isso ia, Diane era a inquilina perfeita. Ela era quieta, não danificava a propriedade e sempre pagava o aluguel em dia. E então, um mês, ela estava com falta.
Chris abriu o dinheiro que havia tirado do envelope na frente de Diane e balançou na cara dela. “Faltam US$ 120, Sra. Salinger.”
A casa de Diane foi destruída por um tornado. | Fonte: Unsplash
Diane corou. “Como eu estava explicando, Sr. Turkle, já que muitas das pequenas empresas têm lutado durante a Covid… Bem, eu estendi crédito para algumas famílias necessitadas… E este mês, estou um pouco sem dinheiro. Mas você sabe que eu sou boa nisso! Eu vou pagar os $120 em duas semanas…”
“Se você está disposta a afundar interpretando Madre Teresa, esse é SEU problema”, Chris retrucou. “Eu, Sra. Salinger, sou um homem de negócios, não uma instituição de caridade! Quero você fora até o fim da semana!”
“Mas, Sr. Turkle…” Diane protestou. “É só por uma semana, e não vai acontecer de novo!”
Diane abriu uma pequena e adorável mercearia. | Fonte: Unsplash
“Aconteceu uma vez, e é o suficiente para mim, Sra. Salinger. Você está FORA.” Chris disse friamente, e ele virou as costas e saiu. Ele se sentiu bastante justificado. Ele tinha visto a mercearia de Diane, e ela fazia bons negócios.
Sempre havia pessoas entrando e saindo com pesadas sacolas de compras cheias de produtos de aparência deliciosa, e sua seção de delicatessen, ele tinha ouvido falar, era extremamente popular. “Falta de dinheiro mesmo!”, ele bufou para si mesmo. “Aproveitar é o que é!”
Chris foi para casa e se preparou para ir jantar na casa de sua irmãzinha. Vanessa era sua irmã favorita, e ele frequentemente se preocupava com ela. Ela havia se casado e se divorciado de um homem que parecia estar constantemente desempregado, e Vanessa trabalhava em dois empregos para sobreviver.
Ele se ofereceu para dar ao filho de 16 anos dela um emprego de fim de semana, mas Vanessa sempre recusava, corando. “Está tudo bem, Chris”, ela dizia. “Eu vou me virar!” Mas Chris tinha visto as sombras escuras sob os olhos dela e o quão fino seu rosto estava ficando.
Um mês, Diane estava com o aluguel atrasado. | Fonte: Unsplash
Era o aniversário do sobrinho, então Chris colocou uma nota de $20 em um envelope e colocou no bolso do paletó. Então ele foi até a porta e andou os três quarteirões até a casa de Vanessa.
Ele bateu na porta, e Vanessa o recebeu com um sorriso feliz. Ela parecia mais relaxada e muito mais feliz. O que quer que ela estivesse cozinhando para o jantar tinha um cheiro delicioso, e sua boca encheu d’água.
“Olá!” ele disse, beijando-a na bochecha. “Onde está o aniversariante?”
“Jogando videogame com Diane!” Vanessa sorriu. “Entre!” Vanessa andou até as escadas e gritou: “Joss, Diane, desçam! É hora do jantar!”
“Quero você fora até o fim da semana!” | Fonte: Unsplash
Para desgosto de Chris, entrou a Sra. Salinger, a inquilina que ele tinha acabado de expulsar de sua propriedade, e ela parecia ter ótimas relações com seu sobrinho e sua irmã! Diane ficou igualmente chocada ao ver Chris, mas ela estava admiravelmente fria.
“Olá”, ela sorriu. “É bom ver você. Eu não sabia que você era irmão da Vanessa…”
Chris corou e limpou a garganta. “Ehr…Sim, minha irmã mais nova…você sabe…”
“Vamos, pessoal”, gritou Vanessa. “O assado vai esfriar!”
Chis ficou chocado ao ver Diana na casa de sua irmã. | Fonte: Pexels
“Assado!”, gritou Joss. “Esse é o meu favorito… Mas mãe, eu sei que você só recebe na semana que vem! Como podemos pagar isso?”
Diane sorriu para Joss e deu um tapinha em sua mão. “Não se preocupe com isso”, ela disse. “O crédito da sua mãe é bom comigo. Isso cheira INCRÍVEL, e eu estou morrendo de fome!”
Em voz baixa, Chris se inclinou e perguntou: “Vanessa é a pessoa que você está ajudando?”
Diane sorriu. “Ela é uma delas”, ela respondeu. “Talvez ela não tenha te contado, mas um dos trabalhos dela não deu certo, então estou apenas ajudando até que ela se recupere.”
Chris sentiu uma onda de vergonha colorir suas bochechas. “Sinto muito por… você sabe… Mas por que Vanessa não vem até mim?”
O jantar foi um assado maravilhoso da loja de Diane. | Fonte: Unsplash
Diane disse gentilmente: “Sabe, todos nós temos nosso orgulho. Vanessa quer se sustentar sozinha e criar seu filho. Ajuda de um amigo é uma coisa — ser um parente pobre pedindo caridade é outra.”
Chris sussurrou: “Vou te dizer uma coisa: de agora em diante, você tem o apartamento pela metade do preço. Pode chamar isso de um investimento no bem-estar da cidade e da minha irmã!”
No final da noite, Chris descobriu que Diane era uma mulher muito adorável e engraçada e que ele gostava muito da companhia dela. Naquela noite, sua percepção de sua comunidade mudou. Ele seguiria o exemplo de Diane. Ele daria uma mãozinha.
Depois daquele jantar, Chris começou a ajudar a comunidade. | Fonte: Unsplash
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Quando as coisas ficam difíceis, é importante estar lá um para o outro. Diane estava ajudando discretamente as pessoas mais pobres da cidade vendendo-lhes comida a crédito que ela sabia que eles nunca poderiam pagar.
- Ser capaz de admitir que você está errado e mudar seus caminhos é algo extraordinário. Chris não só percebeu que estava errado sobre Diane, mas também começou a ajudar aqueles que estavam lutando.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
Se você gostou desta história, talvez goste desta sobre uma garota curvilínea que chega a um jantar e descobre que seu noivo está lá com uma mulher assumindo sua identidade.
A Week Ago, My House Was Robbed — Today, My Son (Who Doesn’t Have a Job) Bought Himself a Sports Car
A week after Karen’s life savings are stolen, she’s shocked to see her son driving a new sports car. He claims it’s from a new job, but Karen isn’t convinced. As her suspicions grow, a heated confrontation unfolds, leaving Karen desperate to uncover the truth about her son’s sudden fortune.
It had been twenty years since my husband left. Twenty years of scraped-together meals, late-night shifts, and those weeks when I’d count down to payday like it was some sort of lifeline.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
I should’ve been used to the constant balancing act of being a single mother, but it still felt like I was one misstep from everything crashing down.
Jake was my life, though. No matter how hard things got, my bright-eyed, creative son was the reason I kept going. But there was a problem, a big one.
At twenty-five, Jake still hadn’t found his footing.
A young man checking his phone | Source: Midjourney
He had no job and no income. His art was everything to him, but it wasn’t enough to pay the bills. And trust me, there were so many bills. The financial pressure got worse when someone broke in and stole all my savings from my lockbox.
“Mom, you just have to trust me. I’ll figure out who stole your money. It’s all gonna work out,” Jake had said last week after my house was broken into.
But his voice had been too calm. Maybe I was too used to things going wrong. Still, the pit in my stomach only grew as I thought about that night. All the cash I’d saved for years, gone in an instant.
An old lockbox | Source: Midjourney
Then came the day when everything changed. Jake had gone out, probably off working on some new project that wouldn’t pay a dime.
I was at the corner store when I saw the shiny, red sports car gleaming in the sun. It screamed money. Flashy, expensive, and out of place in our neighborhood. I was about to climb into my beaten-up sedan when a familiar figure caught my eye: Jake.
He walked over to the sports car and climbed into the driver’s seat. My jaw dropped.
A sports car | Source: Pexels
My mind raced with possibilities as I headed home, each more impossible than the last. When I got inside, Jake was leaning against the kitchen counter, twirling the keys to the sports car parked in my driveway like they were nothing.
“Where did you get that car?” I demanded, barely able to keep my voice steady.
He glanced up, shrugging. “Oh, that? It’s nothing, Mom. I’ve got a new job.”
A man and woman speaking in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
“A job?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Doing what? You’ve never held down a job in your life, Jake.”
Jake rolled his eyes, pushing past me to grab a soda from the fridge. “I’m not doing some minimum-wage labor if that’s what you’re asking. It’s legit.”
“Legit?” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up.
His jaw tightened. “I’m not stealing, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
An angry young man | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, really? So where did you get the money for the car then? Or do you expect me to believe you just… stumbled into it?”
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he snapped. “You wouldn’t get it anyway.”
My chest constricted. There was no way around it now. The horrible suspicion that had been gnawing at me since the robbery suddenly had teeth.
“You didn’t… take my money, did you?”
An angry young man | Source: Midjourney
He turned on me so fast. “How could you even ask me that? I can’t believe you’d think that of me. I’ve done nothing but try to make things better, and this is what I get?”
Without another word, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
I didn’t want to believe my son was a thief but I needed answers. I grabbed my keys and followed him. If he was up to something, I had to know.
A woman starting her car | Source: Midjourney
His new car was easy to tail. I followed him across town to some high-end beauty salon. My eyes narrowed as I watched him step out and wait by the curb. And then, she appeared.
A woman, older than Jake, maybe in her mid-forties, stepped out of the salon. I watched, frozen, as she wrapped her arms around Jake and kissed him. It wasn’t just a quick peck either. This was… intimate.
My throat tightened as I sank lower in my seat. Who was this woman? And what the hell was Jake doing with her?
A concerned woman in her car | Source: Midjourney
When they pulled away and got into the car together, I decided to keep following. They drove to the outskirts of town, where the houses turned into mansions. My stomach churned as Jake’s car pulled into the driveway of a sprawling estate.
My heart raced. This wasn’t just strange — it was wrong. Everything in me screamed that I had to stop this.
I didn’t wait for a second thought. I was out of the car and at the front door, pounding on it so hard I thought it might crack.
A grand front door | Source: Pexels
The door swung open, and there she was: the woman from the salon. Jake appeared behind her, his face immediately paling when he saw me.
“Mom?”
“Oh, you bet it’s your mom,” I spat. “What the hell is going on, Jake?”
The woman’s smile never faltered. “You must be Karen. Jake’s told me so much about you.”
“And you are?” I snapped, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice.
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
She extended her hand as though this was all perfectly normal. “Lydia. Jake’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” I nearly choked on the word. “What is going on here, Jake? How long has this been happening?”
“Three months,” Jake muttered, not meeting my eyes. “Mom, please, just calm down.”
Calm down? Was he kidding me?
A stunned and furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Calm down?” I repeated. “My house gets broken into, you show up in a sports car, and now I find out you’ve been shacked up with some rich woman for months?”
Lydia’s smile faltered a bit. “Karen, I think you’re misunderstanding—”
“No, I understand perfectly,” I said, eyes narrowing at Jake. “You’re using her. For her money, for this lifestyle. And that car — was that part of the deal too? Is this what you’ve been doing, Jake?”
Jake’s face darkened.
An upset man | Source: Midjourney
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” I shot back. “Because I can’t see anything else.”
Jake’s eyes flashed with anger, but behind it, I saw something else: hurt.
“I love Lydia, Mom,” he said. “Even if you find that hard to believe. I’m not going to argue with you about my relationship. We’ll speak later.”
And with that, he shut the door in my face.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
When Jake came home later, I was sitting in the dark, waiting. I didn’t turn the light on when he walked in.
“Mom, we need to talk,” he said quietly. He wasn’t angry anymore. Instead, he just sounded tired.
I took a deep breath. “You’re right. We do.”
He sat across from me, rubbing his hands together like he was trying to find the words. I didn’t make it easier for him.
A nervous man sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney
“Lydia isn’t just some rich woman I’m using,” he said softly. “She’s been helping me. You know how hard I’ve worked on my art, but no one ever took me seriously. Except her. She pushed me to show my work and introduced me to people in the industry who saw what I could do.”
I blinked at him, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. “Jake…”
“I know I should’ve told you about her earlier, but I was scared,” he admitted, his voice cracking a little.
An emotional man | Source: Midjourney
“You’ve been through so much, and I didn’t want you to think I was doing something shady. Lydia’s helped me get my first real exhibition. I’ve already sold enough to pay off your debts, Mom. All of it.”
I stared at him, unable to speak for a moment. “You… what?“
“The money and the car didn’t come from anything illegal. It was from my art. Lydia helped me organize everything, and the exhibition is in two days. I’ve worked so hard for this, and I wanted to surprise you.”
An earnest man sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I whispered.
Jake looked at me, and for the first time in a long while, I saw my little boy who always had big dreams, even when they seemed impossible.
Two days later, I walked into a gallery filled with people admiring Jake’s work. My son, who’d spent so many years lost in his art, was finally being seen for the talent he was.
During the event, Jake stood up to give a speech.
A person holding a microphone | Source: Pexels
“Thank you all for coming. This night means everything to me. But I have to say, none of this would’ve happened without my mom. She’s the reason I kept going, even when things got tough. So, Mom, this is all for you.”
Jake smiled at me from the stage, and then, to my absolute shock, he held up the keys to the car. “I wanted to give you something to make life a little easier. You’ve earned it. Thank you, Mom.”
A happy woman at an art exhibition | Source: Midjourney
The room erupted into applause, but all I could do was cry. After years of struggle, we were finally going to be okay.
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