The Homeless Man I Bought Coffee For Sat Beside Me in First Class—As My Future Father-in-Law
I didn’t believe in fate until I met Kathy.
Three months into our whirlwind romance, I was head over heels. A month later, I proposed. People thought it was fast, but everything about us felt right. Now, I was flying to meet her parents for the first time.
Kathy warned me about her father, David. “He’s tough,” she said, “but he has a good heart.” That didn’t ease my nerves—I knew I had one chance to make a good impression.
Arriving at the airport early, I passed time at a coffee shop. That’s where I noticed him: a man in tattered clothes, politely asking for spare change. When he approached me, I hesitated but decided to buy him the expensive coffee he requested—Jamaican Blue Mountain.
“It’s my birthday,” he said with a small smile. “I’ve always wanted to try it.”
I added a slice of cake and invited him to sit with me. His name was David, and his story was heartbreaking—a life of loss, yet he carried himself with quiet dignity. Before I left, I gave him $100 as a birthday gift, hoping to brighten his day.
At the airport, I settled into my first-class seat, still thinking about David. Then, to my shock, he appeared again—this time in a tailored suit, looking every bit the part of a man with influence.
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