Angelina Gibson, a 34-year-old widow and devoted mother of four, stared out her window as rain poured down, flooding the streets and bringing her modest workday to an early end. She relied on selling flowers and eggs at a nearby corner to provide for her children. But with the storm washing away the day’s earnings, worry crept in again—just as it had so many times since her husband, Mark, passed away three years earlier.
Left without formal education or stable income, Angelina had done everything she could to keep her family afloat. Life wasn’t easy, but she never gave up.
That afternoon, something unusual caught her eye. At the far end of the street stood an elderly man, soaked by the rain, wearing clothes that once looked fine but now clung to him in the cold. He didn’t seek shelter, nor did he ask for help. He simply stood, alone and shivering under the awning of a closed shop. Despite her own challenges, Angelina couldn’t ignore the sight.
Grabbing an old umbrella, she stepped outside. “My house is nearby,” she told him gently. “You can wait there until the rain lets up.”
The man looked surprised, then smiled warmly. “I’m Joe Tyler,” he said as they made their way back. “Thank you.”
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