I Bought Food for a Poor Old Man and His Dog – What I Saw at My Door the Next Morning Left Me Frozen

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As I watched the old man and his little dog walk out to the parking lot, I felt something I hadn’t felt in months. Like maybe the world wasn’t completely broken after all.

I finished my own shopping in a daze, grabbed my sad little bag of groceries, and headed out to my rattling Corolla. The whole drive home, I kept thinking about Gray’s face when he said Pippin was all he had.

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The next morning, I woke up to a strange noise on my front porch. At first, I figured it was Mrs. Clinton’s cat getting into the garbage can again. But when I opened my door, I froze completely.

There was a silver Subaru Outback parked at the curb. It was clean, new-looking, with a giant red bow on the hood like something from a car commercial.

At my feet sat a wooden crate packed with groceries, baby supplies, and the biggest bag of diapers I’d ever seen. On top was an envelope with “RILEY” written in careful handwriting.

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My hands shook as I opened it. The letter inside was from Gray. But it wasn’t what I expected at all. He wasn’t poor… not even close.

“Dear Riley,” it started. “First, please forgive the way I found your address. I noticed your license plate yesterday and asked an old friend who used to work for the police department to help me track you down. I told him I needed to return a kindness to someone who helped me. I hope you understand.”

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