I Always Gave a Few Dollars to a Homeless Man on My Way to Work on Christmas Eve, He Said, ‘Don’t Go Home Today…There’s Something You Don’t Know!’
My first Christmas as a widow was meant to be quiet and survivable. Work at the library, an empty house, leftovers I barely tasted. Three months earlier, cancer had taken my husband Evan, leaving our home frozen in his absence. To cope, I buried myself in routine—and in the quiet kindness of an old man…
