My family went through some real hard times during the last two years before my husband found his job. It got so bad my kids were eating Chicken Helper casseroles (the store brand) without any meat or oil. My husband and I were taking turns skipping dinners...
Now everything’s good and my husband has this good job…
People have been so nice to us you wouldn’t even believe it if I told you. They have given us food and money and rides and advice and anything we needed, until we got back on our feet, all just random people who didn’t want any credit.
[My husband’s] boss has even given him three different bonuses and what not. To make a long story short, we’ve actually got savings accounts for the first time in our life and it’s all because of kind people.
I was going to see if you have a story about how nice people can be to each other, ‘cause I want something special to
read to my kids tomorrow when we buy our first house.
Have a good day,
I’m going to tell you about a family. The first thing you ought to know about this family is that they were poor. Deep-fried poor. So destitute, they didn’t have running water. And according to my sources, they cooked meals over an oil drum. The kids had hardly any meat on their bones.
They say the pastor visited their house with money. The father refused the money, claiming things were looking up. But this was a Great Depression. There was no up.
The pastor left a check anyway. And I understand he cashed it before lunchtime.
The first thing school kids noticed were her new shoes. Red leather ones, she loved red. I don’t know what it is about shoes and poverty. They’re the first things…