I Gave My Last $100 to a Shivering Old Woman in a Wheelchair – The Next Morning, She Was Waiting for Me in a Black Luxury Car

I used my influence to find you. I apologize for the intrusion. But I needed to make this right.

You reminded me that generosity isn’t performance.

It’s a risk.

Merry Christmas.”

I sat on my kitchen floor and cried like I hadn’t in months.

Not because I liked her. I still don’t know how I feel about her.

But somehow, the universe had looked at me and said: I saw what you did. It mattered.

And every time I see someone sitting alone on the sidewalk, I still wonder: Is this another test?

But that’s not the point, is it?

The point is who I am when nobody’s watching.

Even if someone is.

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