Even as a struggling single mom, I couldn’t ignore the elderly woman shivering on a bench that snowy Christmas Eve. Despite our tight budget and leaking roof, I invited her home. Her name was Margaret, and her blue eyes reminded me of my grandmother. My five kids welcomed her, sharing our modest soup and paper-decorated Christmas tree.
The next day at work, my supervisor Denise praised my kindness, while Janine criticized my choice. Three days later, a fancy SUV pulled up. Margaret’s son, Robert, had been searching for her. His sister had evicted her, and I’d saved her life. Grateful, he gave me the SUV.
Robert kept visiting, fixing our home and bonding with my kids. We grew close, talking about my late husband, Jason, without pain. A year later, Robert and I married. As he helped Tommy decorate our tree and Margaret baked with the girls, our home overflowed with love—all from one act of kindness.
