12/21/2024
I GAVE A COAT TO A HOMELESS WOMAN ON CHRISTMAS EVE —3 YEARS LATER, SHE RETURNED WITH A GRAY СASE AND A SMILE I COULDN’T FORGET
Christmas has always been a special time for me. But five years ago, I lost my wife, with whom I used to love celebrating the holiday. I'm 46 now, and I’ve been alone ever since. We never had children, and Christmas has since become a bittersweet reminder of my loss.
That year, as I was walking home with my shopping bags, I saw a woman on the street. Her gaze stopped me in my tracks—it reminded me of my wife's eyes. She looked to be around forty, and it was clear that life had been harsh to her. Without much thought, I handed her a bag of groceries and my coat. At first, she hesitated, but eventually, she accepted with tears in her eyes, thanking me profusely. I also left her my address and phone number, in case she ever needed help.
Three years passed. On another Christmas Eve, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to see the same woman.
“What do you need?” I asked.
I was very surprised to see her, and when I heard what she said, I was shocked. Then she gave me a case.