I was homeless for six months in 2011. I slept in my car. I used to park behind a small church because it was dark and quiet. I thought nobody knew I was there. Every morning, I’d wake up, drive to a gas station to wash my face, and go to work (yes, I had a job, just couldn't afford rent). One night, it was freezing. 10 degrees. My car wouldn't start to run the heater. I was shivering so hard my teeth hurt. I saw the back door of the church open. A janitor came out to dump the trash. He saw my car. He saw me huddled in the front seat. He didn't call the cops. He didn't come over and tap on the window. He just walked back to the door, unlocked it, and propped it open with a small rock. Then he turned on the hallway light and left. I waited ten minutes. Then I ran inside. It was warm. There was a couch in the lobby. There was a bathroom with hot water. I slept there every night for the rest of the winter. Every night, the rock was there. I never met the janitor. I never thanked him. I’m back on my feet now. I have a house. I have a bed. But every year on the first snow, I donate a check to that church. I write "For the heating bill" in the memo line. Sometimes the loudest way to love your neighbor is to say nothing at all.
Anonymous
I delivered pizza for 5 years. You learn a lot about people by how they open their front door. It was Christmas Eve. I was bitter. I wanted to be with my friends, but I needed the tips. My last run was to a motel on the edge of town. Not a nice place. I knocked on Room 104. The door opened, and a little girl, maybe 6, stood there in pajamas. Behind her, her dad was sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. The room was empty except for a few bags. “Pizza!” the girl squealed. The dad looked up. He forced a smile. He came to the door and counted out exact change. crumpled ones and quarters. “Keep the change,” he said. It was 50 cents. I handed over the box. It was just a small cheese pizza. “Merry Christmas,” he said quietly. I walked back to my car. I sat there for a minute. I looked at the $80 in tips I’d made that night. I thought about that little girl. I drove to the 24-hour grocery store. I bought a precooked ham, a pie, a gallon of milk, and a cheap stuffed bear. I went back to Room 104. I knocked. The dad opened it, looking confused. “delivery mistake,” I said. “Manager said this goes with the order. Bonus for the holiday.” He looked at the bags. He looked at me. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. His chin started to quiver. He didn’t say a word. He just reached out and shook my hand, gripping it hard. I drove home with $0 in my pocket. Best Christmas I ever had. The world is hard. Be soft.
Anonymous
@GB_FrazzaH@BobNetworkUK Mission 1… got to the end on regular than switched to easy just to cop it… at the end if u stare into the corners you’ll be fine 😭💀