“We’re going to live inside that house, silly! Right, Dad?” my daughter Kelly chimed in.
As I nodded, the reality of our new life began to sink in. Yet, the moment I opened the doors, something was wrong. The house was in disarray — someone had been there.
“We’ve examined the entire perimeter of the house and found no sign of forced entry, sir,” the officer reported after I called 911.
That evening, I got an anonymous call. In a robotic yet menacing tone, the voice told me I had 24 hours to decline all that Mr. Grives’ left me, leave the house, or else I would lose everything I love.
The mansion came with Mr. Grives’ loyal staff, and one of them warned me that this could be the doing of Mr. Grives’ eldest son, Christopher. I resolved to go to the cops in the morning.
But in the morning, my kids were vanished! Although the clever perpetrator had managed to hide his face from most of the CCTVs in and around the house, there was one he didn’t know about.
Mr. Grives’ staff watched in horror as they recognized the leader of three thugs drugging my children. It was Christopher.
From there on, the cops put everyone on the task of tracking Christopher, and didn’t rest until later that afternoon, when Christopher were spotted on the border of the state with my kids in the back of an old van.
Christopher was arrested, and my children were safe. But their fear had set in deep, and I had a choice to make: to heal and embrace the gift that kind soul left us, or to walk away, rebuilding from the start.
“Daddy, are we going to leave our home again?” Kelly’s question broke my heart.
I wrapped my arms around them. “We’re going to be okay. You want to know why?”
“IBecause the most valuable thing we have is right here, in my arms. So long as we stick together, we’ll always be rich in the most important way: love.”
While Brandon was blessed with children who understand the value of kindness and love, Mr. Greg wasn’t. Coming up next is his story.
3. Mr. Greg: My Teen Daughter Humiliated the Homeless, I Had to Teach Her a Lesson
I always thought I was doing right things for my daughter, Jane. I made sure she had everything she needed, but I missed teaching her something crucial — compassion for others. This hit me hard a few days ago when I lost my wallet.
After a fruitless search, I returned home to find Jane mocking a homeless man and his daughter at our doorstep. The shock set in when the man handed me my wallet, untouched. I was moved by that man’s gesture.
But Jane dismissively called them “trash,” and spoke to them with so much disgust…it broke my heart. I knew I had to fix this.
That evening, I invited the man, Mark, and his daughter for dinner. It was my chance to teach Jane about generosity.
“Dad, check the money! He probably stole it!” Jane said as I checked my wallet. Everything was there.
“All the money is here, sweetie. You’re mistaken,” I told her.
Seeing Mark’s and Lolita’s discomfort, I invited them to stay for dinner.
“Why don’t you guys join us?” I said. “It’s the least I can do to thank you.”
During dinner, Jane gave them paper plates instead of proper dishes.
“Why not use the nice dishes I got you for your birthday?” I suggested.
As we ate, I encouraged Mark to share his story, but Jane kept interrupting with rude comments. Eventually, I lost my patience.
“Shut your mouth, Jane!” I snapped. “You don’t know nothing. Misfortune could strike anyone.”
I then revealed a painful truth to Jane. “It’s my fault. I worked too much, especially after your mother passed. We were the same once,” I confessed. “Do you remember our ‘camping trips’? We were actually homeless.”
Jane was stunned. “How did we get back on our feet?”
“A kind man gave me a job. That changed our lives,” I said with a sigh.
Then, I looked at Mark. “And now, it’s my turn to pay it forward,” I told him.
Mark nodded. “All I did was what a decent human should do,” he said.
“I had no idea, Dad. I’m sorry,” Jane said after a pause.
“It’s okay, honey. It’s not too late to learn from this,” I told her.
When it was time for Mark and Lolita to go, I suggested, “Why don’t you both stay the night? We have plenty of room, and it’s getting late.”
Mark hesitated, then gratefully accepted. “Thank you, Greg. This means a lot.”
But I knew I wasn’t done helping them. Offering them a night’s shelter would not alleviate their problems. So I made a decision.
A little kindness costs nothing, guys, and I was ready to make sure that little Lolita and her dad had a good life.
The next day, I offered Mark a job as a driver and arranged a temporary home for them. “And I’ll help you until you’re back on your feet,” I promised.
“Oh, Really?” Mark gasped. “Nobody is this kind nowadays! I won’t let you down, sir,” Mark told me in tears. “Thank you so much!”
The smile on Lolita’s face that day made me realize I’d done the right thing. As for Jane…my Janie changed. She became a better person, and I’m so glad for that.
When she got home, she excitedly shared with her parents that she had made a new friend at school: Their surprise was evident when they saw the picture she brought with her
In the late summer of 1997, amidst the bustling halls of a Cape Town maternity hospital, Celeste Nurse awoke to a nightmare. Her infant daughter, cradled closely in her arms just moments before, was now inexplicably missing. A woman disguised as a nurse had stealthily absconded with the child while Celeste dozed off, leaving behind a void that would haunt the Nurses for two decades.
Year after year, they commemorated their daughter’s birthday with bittersweet celebrations, clinging to hope amid the anguish of uncertainty. Then, in a remarkable turn of events in 2015, a glimmer of possibility emerged. With the arrival of a new addition to the Nurse family, named Zephany, hope stirred once more.
Zephany bore an uncanny resemblance to their long-lost daughter, sharing not only her features but also her birthday. Astonished by this revelation, the Nurses wasted no time in seeking confirmation, enlisting the aid of authorities for a DNA test. The results validated their deepest yearnings – Zephany was indeed their missing child.
“DNA is a truth teller. It affirmed what our hearts always believed”, reflected Celeste Nurse on the profound moment of reunion. However, for Zephany, then known as Miché Solomon, the revelation unraveled her world. Despite her birth certificate asserting her origin at Retreat Hospital, records of her birth were conspicuously absent.
As the legal proceedings unfolded, Miché grappled with the revelation that Lavona Solomon, the woman she had always regarded as her mother, stood accused of kidnapping and fraud. Lavona professed her innocence, claiming she had received the baby from a woman named Sylvia, an assertion unsupported by evidence.
Ultimately, Lavona received a ten-year sentence for her crimes, leaving Miché to navigate the complex terrain of her dual identity. Reunited with her biological parents under the guidance of compassionate social workers, Miché wrestled with conflicting loyalties.
“It was a battle waged in the recesses of my mind and heart”, confessed Miché, torn between the families vying for her allegiance. Despite her reunion with her birth parents, Miché found solace in returning to Michael Solomon, the man she still considered her father, following her parents’ separation.
Yet, the reconciliation was fraught with challenges as Miché struggled to reconcile her two identities, opting to retain her given name rather than reverting to Zephany. While she maintains occasional visits to Lavona in prison, Miché endeavors to forge ahead, embracing the truth that, though painful, liberated her from a life built on deceit.
“I am both Miché and Zephany, a synthesis of two worlds”, she declared, embracing the complexities of her past while charting a course towards a future defined by authenticity and forgiveness.
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