The Girl Who Brought Us Home

Not long after, I received a letter from a young woman at the church shelter. She wrote about how my son’s wife had told her: It gets better. Someone helped me. One day, you’ll help someone too.

That’s when I realized the truth. By opening my home, I hadn’t just helped her. I had witnessed two young people build a life together and carry forward a legacy of kindness.

And in return, they reminded me that generosity is never wasted.

The Lesson

Life isn’t always about what you can count in receipts. Sometimes, it’s about what you give freely—love, patience, shelter.

I no longer feel like a hotel manager. I feel like a mother who, for once, did something exactly right.