A man is abandoned by the stepson he raised as his own after his wife died, and is unexpectedly rescued by a kind young man.
Do you believe in karma? Bob didn’t. He lived his life and made his decisions with no thought for anyone except himself. What he wanted was what was right, no matter the cost to everyone else.
Bob never imagined that his attitude would reverberate down the years until he found himself standing by the side of a lonely road watching his only family drive away, leaving him alone, abandoned.
Bob was stunned when his stepson turned him out like a stray dog | Source: Shutterstock.com
The man driving away from Bob was Sam, his stepson, the boy he’d raised as his own and loved with all his heart from the time he was five years old. Back then, Bob had been on the verge of marriage when he’d met Sam’s mother, Adele.
Adele had been beautiful, charming, exciting, and Bob had walked out on his fiancée without an explanation. He left his old life behind like a dirty shirt and married the wealthy Adele.
For thirty years Bob and Adele had been happy. They traveled around the world living a life of luxury in the inheritance she had received on the death of her wealthy old husband — Sam’s father.
Bob thought they had been a happy family until Adele had become very ill. Unfortunately, not all the money in the world could save her from the terrible cancer that burned through her frail body.
Selfish Bob had walked away from his fiancée to marry a rich woman with a child | Source: Pexels
When they lowered Adele’s coffin into the ground, Bob had stood by the graveside, shaking. “My love,” he whispered, “I will never forget you, never! And I promise you I will look after Sam.”
But unfortunately for Bob, Sam had made no such promises. A few days after Adele’s death, her lawyer called Bob and Sam and explained that she hadn’t left a will, and the estate would be in Sam’s hands provisionally.
Be careful of the examples you give the young because they will surely follow them.
“Until we can ascertain Bob’s rights, Sam,” the lawyer explained. “Since the bulk of the estate was left by your father…”
Sam had smiled. “Of course…That seems very fair to me, and Bob, you can be sure I’ll be fair.” Bob smiled and thanked Sam for his kindness, never imagining the true intention behind his words.
Bob raised Adele’s son as if he were his own | Source: Unsplash
That weekend, Sam invited Bob to go for a drive out in the country to get some fresh air. “Bob,” he said. “We need to get rid of the cobwebs before we can start a new life!”
The two had driven off in Sam’s convertible and Bob had noticed that his stepson was uncharacteristically quiet, even though he smiled a lot, and looked amused.
When they were outside the city limits, Sam stopped the car. “Get out,” he said. “Get out now.”
“Sam?” asked Bob, bewildered. “What’s going on?”
When Adele passed away, Bob was devastated | Source: Pexels
“As I told you, I’m getting rid of the cobwebs, starting a new life,” Sam said with a nasty little smile. “And you’re dead weight, old man.”
“But…I promised your mother I’d look out for you…” Bob gasped.
“But I never made her any promises,” his stepson said. “I don’t owe YOU anything. You lived off her for thirty years, that’s long enough, don’t you think?”
“I love you!” whispered Bob with tears in his eyes. “You were like a son to me, I thought you cared for me!”
“Care?” asked Sam. “What I care about is all that money and I’m not about to share it with you. It’s MY money, old man, so get lost!”
His stepson Sam seemed very supportive, but after the funeral, Bob was in for a surprise | Source: Unsplash
Sam made a threatening gesture and Bob stumbled out of the car trembling. He stood and watched as Sam’s car vanished in a dwindling cloud of dust.
He looked around. The emptiness stretched out in all directions from horizon to horizon, and he had nothing except his walking stick. He started wobbling after Sam’s car, thinking that sooner or later he’d come across a house, or be overtaken by another vehicle.
Surely someone would be kind enough to stop for an old man? But car after car sped by, and no one stopped. After a while, Bob stopped trying to flag them down. He just stopped where he was.
The sun was going down and it was getting very cold when a large expensive-looking car stopped next to him. “Sir,” asked a kindly voice. “Are you alright?”
The lawyer told Sam and Bob that Adele had died without a will | Source: Unsplash
Bob felt tears fill his eyes at the sound of the concern in that stranger’s voice. “No,” he said shakily. “I’ve been abandoned here. Please, if you could take me to the nearest town, a police station? If it’s not too much trouble!”
“Abandoned?” the man sounded shocked. “That’s shocking! Please get in.”
The driver was a young man in his early thirties with a friendly smile and kindly blue eyes. He reminded Bob of someone, but he couldn’t remember who it was. Bob told the man, whose name was Jake Kale his whole story.
Jake was indignant, and when he saw that Bob was shaking from the cold, he decided to take him home. “I’ll take you to the police tomorrow morning, Bob,” he said. “Tonight you get warm and have a good meal and a restful sleep.”
Sam invited Bob to go for a drive | Source: Unsplash
Jake led Bob into a lovely cozy home and introduced him to his wife Angela and his daughter Faye. “My mother is joining us for dinner, Bob,” Jake said. As he was speaking, a cheerful voice called out a greeting and a sweet-faced woman in her sixties walked in.
She had Jake’s eyes, Bob noticed, and once again he had the eery feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but where? Bob was stunned when the woman turned and saw him standing there. She cried out, and Jake had to grab her before she fell.
“Mom!” Jake cried, “Are you OK?”
“That man…” gasped Peggy Kale. “Bob…It’s you!”
“It’s MY money, old man, so get lost!” | Source: Unsplash
“I’m Bob,” said Bob bewildered, “But how did you know?” Then he saw the years fall away from that sweet face. “Peggy! After all these years!”
“How did you get here? How did you find us?” Peggy asked.
Bob shook his head. “It was Jake who found me, rescued me. I was abandoned on the road. He picked me up. He’s your son?”
“Yes,” Peggy said quietly. “My son…and yours.”
A kind man driving by stopped and took Bob home | Source: Unsplash
“Mine?” whispered Bob. “You were pregnant? You didn’t tell me!”
“You walked away a week before our wedding,” Peggy said. “I didn’t know then — and later it didn’t seem to matter. You didn’t want me, and I wasn’t going to use my baby to pressure you.”
Bob lowered his head and cried bitter tears. “I raised Adele’s son!” he whispered. “You knew that?”
And as Peggy nodded, Bob continued bitterly: “It was Adele’s boy — whom I thought was my boy, who abandoned me by the side of the road like a stray dog.”
Jake’s mother was the fiancée Bob had abandoned | Source: Pexels
Peggy smiled. “And it was my son who saved you…Think about that, Bob!”
Bob did. He spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about the choices he’d made, the examples he’d given Sam. He’d raised a selfish, grasping, dishonest man, and Peggy had raised a good, generous one.
The next day, Jake took Bob to a police station and lodged a complaint against Sam. Jake got Bob a good lawyer and the courts awarded Bob half of Adele’s substantial estate.
Shortly after the court’s decision, Bob signed over every cent to his son Jake, and to his granddaughter. He begged Peggy’s forgiveness and he is now working hard at making it up to his son and his ex-fiancée.
Bob found the family he didn’t know he had | Source: Unsplash
What can we learn from this story?
- Be careful of the examples you give the young because they will surely follow them. Bob was a selfish man, and that was the example he gave his stepson.
- Fate will bring you face to face with your greatest mistakes so you can make amends. The man who rescued Bob was his biological son whom he had apparently abandoned before he was born.
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YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THIS SINGLE DAD GOT AFTER HELPING AN OLDER WOMAN WITH HER LAWN
Felix, a single dad in his mid-30s, was relaxing in his armchair, barely paying attention to the TV in his small, slightly worn living room. The sound of the sitcom couldn’t hide the loneliness he felt since losing his wife in a car crash seven years ago.
Felix found comfort in his job as a janitor and in raising his daughter, Alice. She brought him joy, reminding him of the happy moments he once had with her mother.
One day, Felix noticed his elderly neighbor struggling to cut her overgrown lawn. Wanting to help, he rushed over to mow it for her. Grateful, the woman insisted on giving him a strange, antique box as a thank-you gift.
But that gift quickly led to trouble when Felix received an urgent phone call from the woman’s lawyer, requesting a meeting.
One day, Felix heard a noise outside and glanced out the window. He saw his elderly neighbor, Mrs. White, struggling with her lawnmower. Mrs. White was known for being independent despite her age, but today, she clearly needed help.
Without a second thought, Felix walked over and offered his assistance. “Let me help you with that, Mrs. White,” he said, taking control of the lawnmower. Together, they worked quietly under the warm afternoon sun, finishing the task in no time.
After they finished, Mrs. White smiled warmly and thanked Felix.
“Felix, you’ve always been so kind, helping me without expecting anything in return.”
Felix, ever humble, replied, “It’s no trouble at all, Mrs. White.”
Wanting to show her gratitude, Mrs. White offered him a beautifully decorated box. Felix hesitated, feeling uncomfortable accepting such an expensive-looking gift. “I can’t accept this, Mrs. White,” he said.
Respecting his decision, Mrs. White smiled and handed him a bag of apples instead.
“Then please, at least take these apples for Alice,” she said, gently urging him.
Felix thanked Mrs. White for the apples and headed home. Once inside, he gave the apples to his daughter, Alice, who eagerly accepted them, her eyes lighting up.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said with excitement.
As Felix settled back into his quiet evening, Alice made an unexpected discovery. She pulled out the same ornate box that Mrs. White had tried to give Felix earlier.
Surprised, she ran over to him, holding the box and exclaiming, “Daddy! Look what was in the bag with the apples!”
The mysterious box in Felix’s hands stirred up curiosity about why Mrs. White had hidden it among the apples. Felix, feeling uneasy, told Alice, “Alice, we can’t keep this. It’s not ours.”
Alice, intrigued, responded, “But Dad, what if there’s something cool inside? Something we need?”
Felix shook his head gently and said, “Even if that’s true, it doesn’t make it ours. This box belongs to someone else, and we need to respect that.”
Accepting her father’s decision, Alice agreed, and Felix set off to return the box to Mrs. White. When he reached her house, a strange, foreboding silence greeted him.
“Mrs. White?” Felix called out, but there was no answer. The stillness of the house felt heavy as he cautiously searched for her. Finally, he found her lying motionless on the couch. It was clear that Mrs. White had quietly passed away.
Felix stood there in shock, the box in his hand, unsure of what to do next.
Shocked and unsure of what to do, Felix stood frozen, the weight of Mrs. White’s death sinking in. He knew he needed to call someone, but he hesitated, glancing between her lifeless body and the mysterious box in his hands.
After a moment of inner conflict, Felix made a decision. He stepped back, leaving the house with the box still in his grasp, now feeling like a heavy, burdensome secret he carried with him.
Back home, the box sat on his table, its presence feeling more ominous with every passing moment.
Curious and anxious, Felix began researching the box online. He typed “antique box gold diamond inserts” into the search bar and quickly found similar items listed for enormous sums of money, with one even valued at $250,000. The discovery shocked him, tempting him with the thought of financial security for Alice. But it also tugged at his conscience, leaving him conflicted about what to do.
Just as Felix was deep in thought, the phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence.
Felix’s heart raced as an unknown voice spoke over the phone, “Good evening, is this Felix? My name is Jonathan Pryce. I am Mrs. White’s attorney. I believe it is imperative for us to discuss a matter of significant concern. Can we arrange a face-to-face meeting?”
Feeling a wave of nervousness, Felix replied, “Sure, we can meet. How about tomorrow?”
“Let’s convene at ‘Café Lorraine’ on the main street at 10 a.m. It’s a quiet place, conducive for such discussions,” Mr. Pryce suggested.
“Okay, I’ll be there,” Felix confirmed, ending the call with his heart pounding. What could this meeting be about? He glanced once more at the mysterious box, unsure of what was coming next.
Felix arrived at ‘Café Lorraine’ and spotted Mrs. White’s lawyer, Jonathan Pryce, seated at a corner table. To his surprise, sitting next to him was a man Felix didn’t recognize.
As he approached, Jonathan introduced the stranger. “This is Henry, Mrs. White’s son.”
Felix was stunned—he had no idea Mrs. White had a family.
Without wasting any time, Henry spoke, his tone sharp and accusatory. “I know you were at my mother’s house yesterday,” he said, glaring at Felix.
Felix quickly defended himself, “I was just helping her out, like I often did.”
Henry’s face hardened. “My mother had an antique box with significant sentimental value to our family. It’s been in our family for generations… and now it’s gone. Things like that don’t just disappear.”
Feeling cornered and uneasy, Felix said nothing, which led Henry to make a proposal.
“Listen, I don’t care how it happened, but I need that box back. I’m willing to pay you a thousand dollars for its return. No questions asked,” Henry offered.
Felix, knowing the box’s true value, shot back, “I’m not an idiot. I know that box is worth a lot more than what you’re offering. And no, I didn’t steal it. Your mother gave it to me willingly.”
Henry was caught off guard as Felix declared, “I’ve decided to auction the box. If it means that much to you, you’re welcome to bid on it, just like anyone else.”
With that, Felix abruptly left the café, feeling both defiant and apprehensive about the unfolding situation.
The following day at the auction, experts gathered around the box, marveling at its craftsmanship. They began questioning Felix about its origins. Under their intense scrutiny, Felix hesitated and stammered, “It was… it was an inheritance,” which only fueled their suspicions.
The situation grew tense as experts demanded proof of ownership for the box. Talk of involving the police began to circulate.
Panicked and unprepared, Felix stammered, “I… I don’t have them with me.”
Feeling the walls closing in, Felix made a desperate decision to escape. He fled the auction house, overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty about the legal trouble he might face.
Back home, Felix was plagued by thoughts of the box and its potential to change their lives. Realizing he needed proof of the box’s legitimacy, he knew he had to return to Mrs. White’s house to find it.
Late that night, Felix sneaked into Mrs. White’s house, frantically searching for any documents that might prove his claim to the box. Despite his desperate efforts, he found nothing.
As his frustration grew, a sudden noise startled him. He turned to see Henry standing in the doorway.
“I knew you’d come,” Henry said, his voice carrying a mix of disappointment and resignation. “After I heard about the auction, I figured you’d show up here looking for something to legitimize your claim to that box.”
Feeling trapped and defenseless, Felix listened as Henry outlined his conditions.
“Felix, you’ve made a grave mistake,” Henry continued, his tone stern. “Breaking and entering is a criminal offense. But I’m willing to overlook it if you do exactly as I say.”
Henry’s terms were harsh but straightforward. “You have until tomorrow. Bring the box to me, or I’ll have no choice but to report this to the police. They’ll be very interested in your little nocturnal visit.”
Feeling defeated and realizing he had no real choice, Felix reluctantly agreed. Henry escorted him out, and Felix returned home, overwhelmed by the seriousness of his predicament.
Felix weighed his limited options: he could either surrender the box to Henry, avoiding legal trouble but forfeiting any potential financial gain, or take a risk that could jeopardize his and Alice’s future.
In his turmoil, Felix decided to send Alice to her grandmother’s house, far from the looming trouble. He packed a bag for her, including the box, as a precaution.
Just then, Alice appeared, noticing her father’s distress. “Dad, what’s going on? You look upset,” she asked with innocent concern.
Felix knew he had to explain everything to Alice. He paced his living room, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily on him.
“Alice,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady, “this box is really important. It’s worth $250,000, and it could change our lives. But I can’t keep it. I need you to take it to Grandma in Virginia.”
Alice, overwhelmed by the news, asked, “But why can’t you come with me, Dad?”
Felix sighed deeply. “I might not be around for a little while, sweetheart. There’s a chance I’ll have to… go away for some time. But I promise it won’t be forever. I’ll do everything I can to come back to you.”
As they packed, Felix reassured Alice of her strength and the importance of their plan. At the bus station, amidst a heartfelt goodbye, he watched her board the bus, feeling a piece of his heart leave with her.
Returning home to the heavy silence of the now-empty house, Felix made a crucial decision.
He picked up the phone and called Henry. “I don’t have the box, Henry. It’s out of my hands,” he said firmly. “I’m ready to turn myself in. You can call the police.”
Soon, the police arrived and took Felix away without resistance. As he was led out, his thoughts were solely focused on Alice’s safety and their future.
Months later, in prison, Felix’s routine was suddenly interrupted by a guard’s commanding voice. “Pack your things and come with me!”
Confused but hopeful, Felix followed the guard, his mind racing with possibilities. When they arrived, he was met with a sight that filled him with immense relief and joy: Alice was waiting for him.
“Dad,” she said, her voice breaking through the gloom of his prison life, her presence instantly lifting his spirits.
Alice explained that she had finally unlocked the box and discovered documents and a letter from Mrs. White. The letter revealed that Mrs. White wanted Felix to inherit the box. With this newfound evidence, Alice managed to secure his release.
“I couldn’t believe it myself, Dad,” Alice said, her eyes shining with determination. “After you sent me away, I kept thinking about the box, about the code… And then, one day, it just clicked!”
Felix was deeply moved by Mrs. White’s final act of kindness and Alice’s unwavering resolve.
“So, I took those papers and found a buyer who collects antiques like this one. They didn’t just buy the box, Dad. They also helped me find a lawyer, explained bail, and how we could fight the case.”
Reunited, Felix and Alice embraced tightly, ready to face their new beginning. “We don’t have to worry anymore,” Alice assured him. “We have enough to start over, but more importantly, we have each other. And we’re going to get through this, one step at a time.”
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