1. Amber: In order to get a cell phone, I had to go without food for an entire week.
Amber is my name. I believed that my life with my spouse Louis and our kid Allen was perfect until recently. We looked so content. Then everything changed all of a sudden.

Amber, we hurried into things. I am no longer able to do this! One night Louis made an announcement. My heart simply fell.

“Louis, you’re not serious? You cannot simply abandon us in that manner! Allen, what about him? He is just two years old. I begged.

“Amber, that’s the issue!” he shot back. “I’m sick of having so many obligations. I need some alone time. I’ve met someone who understands my situation!

That night, as he walked out, I just fell apart. Once Louis was gone, reality hit me hard. I struggled to find a job while taking care of Allen alone.

Two weeks later, our landlady evicted us as I couldn’t pay the rent, and Social Services took Allen.

That night, I was homeless and heartbroken. My baby, my child, was taken away from me.

I sold everything I had, including my phone, and that kept me going for a while. Then, the money ran out.

Out in the cold one evening, I recalled my father’s cautions regarding Louis. “You shouldn’t date him,” Dad had urged. I regret not listening. I bought a phone to call him since I was desperate to get back in touch with him.I was aware that he might not answer the phone the first time or even the second time I tried to call him using a borrowed phone. I’d have to keep trying, though.

To save money for a used phone, I went without food for a week. When I dialed Dad’s number, my sobbing continued.

“Hello?” he said.

Dad, I sobbed into the phone, “It’s… Amber.”

“Amber, my love! Is that you? God, please! How are things going?

“Dad, I need your help!”

“Is-Is everything all right?”

“Just come as soon as possible, Dad!” I said.

He arrived quickly. In a hotel room, I poured out my heart about the betrayal and my days on the streets. Dad comforted me.

The next day, Dad and I went to the orphanage to start the paperwork to bring Allen home. Once everything was finalized, Dad took Allen and me to New York.

He also hired a private detective to find out where Louis was. It turned out Louis had been cheating on me with his boss’s daughter.

When his boss found out the truth — that Louis was married and had abandoned his family — he fired him. Louis ended up living on the streets. It felt like justice was done.

Back home, with my dad and Allen, I felt stronger. Life had knocked me down but taught me resilience. And with Dad’s support, I knew we could face anything ahead.

Coming up next is Brandon’s story, a homeless man and father of 3 living in a tent. One day, he decided to help a stranger, ignoring his own needs, and his life was never the same again.

2. Brandon: I Gave My Last $2 to a Stranger at a Gas Station, the Next Day I Inherited His Company
Four months on the streets with my three kids taught me a lot about life’s harshness and the small acts of kindness that can keep hope alive.
We lived in a tent near a gas station, a makeshift home barely shielding us from the cold. It was tough, but we managed to find moments of joy, making the best of it.

One chilly morning, as I counted the few coins I had left, I decided to head into the gas station to buy a can of beans — our planned dinner for the evening.

Inside, I stumbled upon a scene that jolted my heart. An elderly man stood at the counter, confusion written all over his face.

“I’m sorry, young lady, what did you say about the water being funny?” he asked.

“I said you don’t have enough money, sir!” the cashier snapped.

“Yes, it is a sunny day!” he replied.

The old man was abruptly grabbed by a young man in line who yelled, “You need more cash!”

My heart sunk when I watched this. The old man only needed a bottle of water to take his medications, but he was treated hostilely when he asked for a reasonably priced bottle. The clerk yelled, “You’ll have to leave if you can’t afford to pay.”

I couldn’t watch helplessly. I moved ahead and dumped my change cup on the counter. I chose to cover the man’s water bill and remarked, “Have a heart, lady.”

Distastefully, the cashier counted the money. “That will take care of it,” she whispered. I gave the old man the water and left the can of beans.

“All right, sir,” I spoke clearly, making sure he could read my lips.

“Why did you help me when you needed the money?” he asked me as we left the store, noticing my tent with kids nearby.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being homeless, it’s that the world works when people are kind to each other,” I explained.

“But what are your kids going to eat?” he questioned.

“There’s a chance I’ll find some scraps at the fast food joint across the street,” I assured him.

The next morning, two jeeps parked near our tent, and a man in a fancy suit stepped out.

“Mr. Grives’ last wish was for me to deliver this to you,” he said. There was a letter offering me the inheritance of his business.

“Is it a joke?” I asked in shock.

I was given legal documentation by the man. I signed the papers with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. This might be the opportunity for my kids and I to get away from the streets and take a break.

We were taken to a massive mansion by car. Derrick, my youngest, remarked naively, “Is it possible for us to set up a tent beneath that pink-flowered tree?”

“Silly, we’re going to live in that house! Correct, Dad? Kelly, my daughter, added her voice.

The reality of our new life started to set in as I nodded. But there was a problem as soon as I opened the doors. There was a mess in the house; someone had been there.

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.

Guys, it doesn’t cost anything to be kind, and I was prepared to ensure that young Lolita and her father had a happy life.

The following day, I set up a temporary residence for them and offered Mark a job as a driver. I said, “And I’ll help you until you’re back on your feet.”

“Oh, Really?” Mark let out a gasp. “These days, nobody is this nice! “I promise not to disappoint you, sir,” Mark sobbed as he spoke to me. “Thank you very much!”

I knew I had done the right thing when I saw Lolita’s smile that day. Regarding Jane, my Janie has changed. I’m really happy that she changed for the better.