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“One more thing,” he said, his smile soft.
Inside was a letter. The paper was yellowed and creased. It looked like it had been folded and unfolded a hundred times.
I unfolded the letter carefully and began to read.
It was a heartfelt thank-you, written in raw, unpolished words. He described how that night had given him hope and how he’d promised himself to keep spreading that kindness.
“You didn’t have to do any of this,” I whispered, clutching the letter. “I never expected anything in return.”
James smiled, his eyes glistening.
“I know. And that’s why I wanted to.”
As James drove away that night, I stood on the porch, holding the envelope and the deed to the house.
My heart felt impossibly full. It’s strange to think about how a single moment can ripple through time, touching lives you’ll never see. That night, I thought I was just helping someone get out of the rain. But it turned out to be so much more.
Sometimes, life’s greatest gifts come wrapped in storms. And sometimes, those storms return and gift you a home.
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