We Took in a Homeless Man for the Winter — The Package He Left Before Leaving Broke Us

I spent days searching for him, finally finding him on a bench near my office. Tears and apologies followed. “Do you think you can forgive me?” he asked. I hugged him tightly. “I already have, Dad.”

Jeff returned to our lives—not perfect, but kind, patient, and loving. Forgiveness didn’t just heal him; it healed me too.