He saw a girl begging on the sidewalk and somehow couldn’t get her face out of his mind. He had to know her story.
Wealthy businessman Roger Landers was often annoyed by the sight of the homeless begging on the street outside his office building. There seemed to be more and more of them each year, he reflected.
As he passed a young woman huddled against a wall, a kindly soul dropped a coin in her cup. The woman looked up and smiled at her benefactor and that smile pierced Roger to the heart. In one second, that huddled anonymous annoyance became a lovely radiant woman.
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Roger walked into the building and that moment when the girl’s face was transformed by her smile replayed over and over in his mind. He found himself wondering who she was, what had driven her to live in the pitiless streets of L.A.?
For the rest of the week, Roger found himself almost obsessed by the young homeless woman. He watched her surreptitiously, and once when he dropped a coin in her cup, watched that miraculous transformation at close quarters.
Love can sometimes lurk in the most unexpected places.
He found himself thinking about her, inventing stories about her, little fantasies in which he discovered she was really a reporter writing about homelessness at close hand, or a deeply committed actress preparing for a role…
Finally, on Friday afternoon, after he wrapped his work for the day and dismissed his employees, Roger did what he’d been longing to do all week. He walked up to the girl sitting on the sidewalk and talked to her.
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“Hi,” he said awkwardly. “Would it be okay if I bought you a cup of coffee? You look really cold.” The girl lifted up her face and smiled at him.
“Thank you,” she said sweetly. “I’d like that.” Roger was struck by her low educated voice and her grace as she got to her feet. She was tiny, he realized, a petite 5′ 3″ next to his towering 6′ 2″.
He walked her to a nearby coffee shop and ordered her hot food to go with her coffee. Once again Roger was surprised by her delicate gestures, her manners. This was an educated girl. How had she ended up on the streets?
When Roger saw color flood back into the girl’s face after she finished her hot soup, her grilled sandwich, and her coffee, he asked her exactly that. “How did this happen to you? Living on the streets?”
The girl looked him straight in the eye. A wry smile twisted her lips. “I was stupid, and trusting,” she said. “It’s not an original story. I was in love with this boy in my hometown — Idaho — if you can believe it.
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“My parents disapproved of him, which only made him even more romantic and attractive to me… To cut a long story short, he convinced me to withdraw my college funds and run away with him to L.A. He was going to be a movie star, and I’d be a screenwriter…”
Roger shook his head sadly. “A lot of people come out here every year, less than a handful make it!” he commented.
“Well, I’ll never know.” A tinge of bitterness colored the girl’s voice. “The first night in L.A., we booked into a motel. When I woke up in the morning Kevin was gone, so was my money and everything I had.”
Roger gasped. “Did you go to the police? Call your family?” The girl was shaking her head, tears in her eyes.
“I was too ashamed. I made a deal with the motel manager. She let me sleep in the storeroom and I cleaned the rooms. Some of the guests gave me tips, and I managed to eat. But then her husband started trying…” The girl shook her head. “You know how it is. I left the motel and ended up here, on the streets.”
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“What’s your name?” Roger asked gently.
“Emma,” the girl said with one of those radiant smiles. “Emma Sinclair from Preston, Idaho!”
“Well, Emma Sinclair from Preston, Idaho,” Roger smiled back. “I’m Roger Landers from Los Angeles, California, and I’m sending you home.”
Roger took Emma into a nearby mall and he bought her several outfits and a suitcase. He waited at the food court while she changed and came out of the restroom transformed.
He drove her to the bus station and bought her a bus ticket home. He tucked a $100 bill in her hand. “Listen,” he said. “Don’t let any more charming rascals talk you into coming to L.A., OK?”
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Emma was crying and smiling through her tears. She reached up and gave Roger a hug. “Thank you, thank you, and God bless you!”
Roger watched her board the bus with a sinking feeling in his heart. Why did he feel that this was a mistake? He wanted to run after that bus, beg Emma to stay… What was happening to him?
That night, Roger realized that the petite waif with the glowing smile had stolen his heart. “If I let her go, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life!” he told himself. “She’s special, and I love her.”
Two days later, Roger was driving into Preston, Idaho. He stopped at the police station and asked where he could find Emma Sinclair. “Emma?” asked one of the deputies suspiciously. “What do you want with Emma?”
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Roger blushed. “Well, you see, I met her in LA, and I wanted to see if she was alright…”
The deputy looked him up and down. “You can find Emma at her mom’s laundromat, two doors down. I’m coming with you. I don’t want any more trouble for Emma!”
Roger’s heart was beating fast as he walked into the laundromat and saw Emma. She looked up and her face lit up. At that moment, Roger knew she had been feeling the same way: they belonged together!
So just three weeks after she returned home, Emma headed back to LA once again, but this time she was with a man who loved and cherished her. By the end of the year, Roger and Emma were married, and she became involved in a program to help runaways find their way home.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Helping others can be a transformative experience. Roger helped Emma, and in the process, he found his own way to life-long happiness.
- Love can sometimes lurk in the most unexpected places. Roger found love with a homeless waif when everyone expected him to marry a socialite.
My SIL Gave Me Their Family Wedding Dress – Her Little Son Let Me Know It Was a Trap
My SIL Gave Me Their Family Wedding Dress – Her Little Son Let Me Know It Was a Trap
In a twist of fate and family dynamics, a young woman named Eve navigates the choppy waters of blending families as her wedding day approaches. But when her sister-in-law’s seemingly generous offer of a family heirloom reveals a hidden agenda, Eve must outwit a scheme designed to overshadow her special day.
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As I, Eve, aged 23, stand on the threshold of matrimony with my beloved fiancé, Dexter, aged 24, the impending union feels like a dream. With just two months until our wedding day, I’m eager to share the remarkable journey that has led us here. But before the curtains rise on the main act, allow me to offer a glimpse into the backdrop that sets the scene for this unforgettable journey.
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Dexter and I have been together for four years, engaged for two. We share a darling daughter, Bella, who is the light of our lives. My family fell in love with Dexter the moment I introduced him. He and my dad bond over their love for sports and fishing, and my mom adores him, treating him like the son she never had. I’m her only daughter, so I guess she cherishes having a “son” in Dexter.
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However, Dexter’s family dynamic is a bit more complicated. While his parents are cordial, my relationship with his sister, Samantha, has been anything but smooth. Samantha has made it crystal clear she disapproves of me, and this animosity has been palpable from day one.
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When Dexter and I announced our pregnancy with Bella, Samantha’s reaction was far from warm. She called us reckless for starting a family so young and didn’t hold back her harsh comments.
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“Couldn’t you guys have waited to have a baby until marriage, or maybe engagement? Dex, sweetie, what was the rush, really?” she’d said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain.
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Despite her attempts to sow discord, Dexter’s and my bond only grew stronger. I remember being three months pregnant when he orchestrated the most romantic proposal I could have ever imagined.
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It was a cool evening, and Dexter had planned a surprise dinner at the spot where we had our first date. The area was softly lit with strings of lights, creating a magical atmosphere.
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As dessert was served, Dexter got down on one knee, his eyes shimmering with emotion, and asked if I would spend the rest of my life with him. Overwhelmed with joy, I said yes, tears streaming down my face. It was perfect.
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Fast forward to the wedding preparations, and something happened that I never thought possible. Samantha reached out, her tone unexpectedly warm and apologetic. She confessed to having misjudged our relationship and offered her family’s heirloom wedding dress as a gesture of reconciliation.
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The dress, a beautiful garment passed down through generations, was, according to Samantha, now mine to wear on my wedding day. Along with the dress, she sent a note so saccharinely sweet it was almost cloying, offering to assist with any alterations.
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In an attempt to mend bridges, Samantha even asked me to babysit her six-year-old son, Drew, while she was out on business. I agreed, and that day, as I was watching Drew, he noticed the wedding dress displayed in our living room.
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“Isn’t it broken?” Drew innocently inquired, tilting his head at the dress.
“What? The dress?” I asked, puzzled and taken aback.
“Yes, the dress,” Drew said. “Mommy mentioned it tore from one end when she sat down, and she thought about throwing it away because it couldn’t be fixed.”
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At that moment, the pieces began to fall into place. Samantha’s sudden change of heart, her “kind” gesture, it was all a facade. As I digested this revelation, I tried to keep my composure for Drew’s sake.
“Sweetie, do you know what your mom will wear for my wedding?” I asked, aiming to change the subject yet curious about his response.
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“Yes. A white dress. It looks like this but nicer,” Drew said, pointing to the damaged gown before running off to play, oblivious to the bombshell he had just dropped.
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Sitting there, I realized the depth of Samantha’s manipulation. She hadn’t just attempted to humiliate me; she planned to outshine me at my own wedding. The sweetness, the sudden warmth, it was all a meticulously crafted trap.
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It didn’t take long for the gears in my mind to start turning. I was hurt, yes, but more than that, I felt a spark of defiance ignite within me. Samantha’s ploy had been clever, designed to put me in the shadows on my own wedding day. But as the initial shock wore off, I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of turning the tables on her. So, that’s exactly what I decided to do.
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With a newfound resolve, I started planning. The idea was simple yet effective: change the dress code for the wedding. But there was a twist – I would inform every guest about this change except Samantha and her immediate family.
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Over the next few days, I sent out emails to each guest, articulating the new theme of the wedding: everyone was to wear white. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me; Samantha wanted to stand out in white, and now, she would blend in with everyone else.
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The wedding day arrived with a buzz of excitement in the air. Guests began to arrive, each donned in various shades of white, from ivory to cream, creating a sea of uniformity. The atmosphere was electric, anticipation building for the bride’s entrance. And then, there was Samantha, making her grand entrance in a white dress that was undoubtedly meant to steal the spotlight.
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Her confidence was palpable as she walked in, head held high, until she realized the sea of white that surrounded her. The shock on her face was priceless – her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she looked as if she might topple over in her high heels.
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But the best was yet to come. As the ceremony began, all eyes turned toward the back of the venue, waiting for the bride to make her entrance. The doors opened, and there I was, not in white but in a stunning red dress that took everyone’s breath away.
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The dress was a statement, a symbol of love and defiance, and as I walked down the aisle, I could feel the strength and support of our loved ones enveloping me. Dexter’s face lit up with a mixture of surprise and admiration, and I knew in that moment, we were on the same page, united against any attempt to diminish our happiness.
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The ceremony was beautiful, filled with laughter, tears, and an overwhelming amount of love. Samantha, now just another guest in white, watched from the sidelines, her scheme foiled and her impact nullified. As the celebration continued, I felt a profound sense of victory, not just for myself, but for our family’s future, knowing that we could face anything together.
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Looking back, some might say I took the high road, while others might argue I stooped to Samantha’s level. But in that moment, it felt like the only way to reclaim my wedding day and send a clear message: no one could diminish our happiness or love.
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So, did I do the right thing? In a world where actions have consequences, was my response justified, or did I let the desire for revenge cloud my judgment? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
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