09/05/2025
I GAVE A HOMELESS WOMAN SHELTER IN MY GARAGE—TWO DAYS LATER, I LOOKED INSIDE AND CRIED OUT, "OH GOD! WHAT IS THIS?!"
One rainy evening, on my way home, I saw her—an older woman, huddled under a streetlamp, drenched from head to toe. She looked frail, prematurely aged by hardship, but her eyes… Her eyes were clear. They reminded me of my mother who passed away a year ago.
I don't know what came over me, but I stopped. "Why don't you find shelter somewhere?" I asked.
She shrugged, shivering. "I'm tired of moving from shelter to shelter. It's pointless."
Before I even thought it through, I blurted, "If you're tired of that, you can stay in my garage for as long as you want. It's got a small room inside—old but livable. Toilet, running water. It's messy, but I'll clean it up this weekend."
She blinked at me, stunned. "Are you sure?"
I nodded.
She exhaled sharply. "Well, I've got nothing left to lose. Alright."
So, I took her home. Showed her the garage, apologized for the mess, and left her with some spare blankets. She didn't seem fazed. "A roof over my head and no one to bother me," she said with a small smile. "That's more than enough."
Two days later, I went to check on her. I didn't want to intrude, just to see if she needed anything. I peeked through the window—
And I gasped.
I pushed the door open, my voice involuntarily rising. "Oh God! What is this?!"
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