My Son Shared Half His Lunch with a Stray Dog Every Day – Until a Red SUV Stopped Beside Him

One evening, Richard set down a hammer and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Your boy gave me my life back,” he said.

I looked over at Eli, who was lying in the grass beside a sleeping puppy.

I smiled.

“He has a way of doing that.”

When the shelter, named Michael’s Haven, finally opened, the whole town came out. There were balloons tied to the barn doors, tables of cookies and lemonade, and even a reporter from the local paper snapping pictures.

Richard gave a short speech standing next to Eli. His voice trembled but didn’t break.

“This place exists because one small boy shared what little he had,” he said.

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