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“Luke, you’re still young. You can’t spend the rest of your life alone,” my buddy Greg said one evening as we nursed beers at a local bar.
I GAVE MY COAT TO A HOMELESS WOMAN ON CHRISTMAS EVE — 3 YEARS LATER, SHE RETURNED WITH A GRAY CASE & A SMILE I COULDN’T FORGET
“Maybe not, but I’m not ready to put myself out there. Not yet,” I replied, knowing deep down that “not yet” probably meant “never.”
The first Christmas after Jenny’s death was unbearable. I couldn’t bring myself to put up a single decoration or even glance at the Christmas lights strung across the neighborhood.
But as time passed, I found some solace in helping others.
Jenny always believed in kindness, and it was one of the many reasons I loved her. To honor her memory, I started volunteering and donating to those in need. Seeing smiles on the faces of strangers gave me a flicker of the joy I once felt.
Two years after Jenny’s death, Christmas rolled around again.
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