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I also started a GoFundMe for new clothes and essentials. My children helped create the social media posts. Additionally, one of Tom’s colleagues specialized in disability benefits litigation and was eager to take Victor’s case pro bono.
Once that was settled, we helped Victor replace his identification and important documents, which had been stolen while he was sleeping on a park bench.

Man in his 50s smiling in a warehouse with a dog running around in the background | Source: Midjourney
On my birthday the following year, my doorbell rang. Victor stood there, holding a chocolate cake from the local bakery.
He looked clean-shaven and well-dressed, and his smile radiated a confidence he had never had before. Even Lucky wore a new red collar.
His eyes shone with gratitude as he said, “You’ve saved my life three times now — at the café, at the shawarma stand, and with everything you’ve done since. I’ll never forget it. I wanted to bring you this cake, but it’s really the least I could do for the hero who was born on this day.”

Man in his 50s standing in a doorway holding a birthday cake | Source: Midjourney
I smiled, refusing to start crying again, and invited him inside.
As my family shared cake and conversation with our friend, I thought about how close I’d come to walking past him that cold evening, too busy with my own problems to notice someone else’s pain.
How many other Victors were out there waiting for someone to see them?

Woman in her 30s talking to her teenage kids on a couch | Source: Midjourney
You never know if it’ll be a lifeline for someone.
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