On a chilly November evening, Greg, a seasoned construction worker with gray flecks in his beard, headed to the train station, unaware that one encounter would change his life. As a dedicated father and husband, Greg rarely went beyond his duties for strangers. But this night was different.
Near the station’s exit, he noticed a well-dressed but weary woman holding a small child. She looked lost, shivering in the cold. When their eyes met, she spoke, her voice trembling.
“Excuse me, sir, could you spare some money for a ticket? I just need to get home.”
Greg, feeling the weight of his freshly cashed paycheck, hesitated. Normally cautious, he couldn’t ignore the sight of the child, no older than three, in her arms. Against his usual instincts, he nodded.
“Let’s get you both something to eat first,” he said, leading them to a nearby café. Over a simple meal, the woman, Lily, shared her story. She and her son, Matthew, had fallen on hard times, leaving them stranded.
Moved by their plight, Greg handed over his entire paycheck. “Take this and get home. Don’t worry about paying it back.”
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