By Andrew Hoxha 
The streets were soaked and another day of earnings was ruined as 34-year-old widow and mother of four Angelina Gibson gazed out her window as the rain beat down on the glass. In order to provide for her children, she sold eggs and flowers on the corner, but the rain had destroyed any chance of making enough money that day.
Since her husband, Mark, died three years ago, a month after the birth of their youngest son, Robin, life had been this way. Angelina struggled to survive every day since she was left without a formal education or a steady job.
She was deep in contemplation that afternoon when she noticed an old man standing at the far end of the street. His once-fine clothing now clung to him like rags, and he looked out of place, soaked in the storm. He remained motionless, shivering and drenched, beneath a shuttered shop. Angelina’s heart ached for him in spite of her own hardships.
She snatched up an old umbrella and sprinted in his direction. “My house is close by,” she said. “Until the rain stops, you can wait there.”
The man gave her a disbelieving look before grinning subtly. As they strolled, he introduced himself as Joe Tyler. “And I’m grateful.”
Angelina led him into an old chair in her small house and dusted it. The house was small, and it was obviously out of proportion. Her four kids, whose stomachs were empty from missing lunch, slept on the floor on thin blankets. Joe noticed the broken furniture, the peeling paint, and the cracked television, but Angelina’s voice was devoid of any hint of resentment.
“They’re worn out,” she muttered. God will provide for us even though we didn’t have enough for lunch. All I want is for the rain to stop.
Her grace and tenacity astounded Joe. He paused for a long moment before making an unexpected offer. “Why don’t you move in with me and your kids?”
Angelina blinked. “Pardon me?”
Joe declared, “I’m serious.” “I’ve spent more than 40 years living alone. My wife died shortly after my daughter’s early death. Since then, the old house has remained cold and deserted. I came in from the rain thanks to you. Allow me to also bring you inside from the storm.
Angelina’s eyes filled with tears. “Are you certain? We have very little. We’re simply—
Joe interrupted her. “I don’t require much. All I want is to experience family life once more. I see my daughter in you. Let me take care of this. All I ask is that you treat me like a daughter, and I will cover the cost of your kids’ education. We’ll live together. It will also belong to you.
Angelina felt overpowered. For the first time in years, she was viewed as a blessing rather than a burden.
Joe, however, had one last request. “Tomorrow, sell this house.”
Angelina scowled. Sell it? Nobody would desire this location. It hardly stands.
Joe remarked, “You’re not selling it to just anybody.” Another mother with two young children is part of a family I know. Even worse than this, they reside in a dilapidated trailer. For one dollar, sell them the house. Consider it your means of spreading the goodwill.
When the rain stopped the following morning, a little sunlight crept into Angelina’s former kitchen. After gathering her kids and packing a small bag, she made a stop at the trailer park Joe had recommended. She knocked on the door and gave her house keys to the astonished woman.
“You own it,” she declared. “But not without cost. One dollar.
The woman looked at her, unable to speak. “Are you serious? Are you letting me live in your house?
“I’m selling it,” Angelina said with a tearful smile. For precisely one dollar. Just assure me that one day you will return the favor.
After sobbing, the woman put a single dollar in Angelina’s hand and gave her a tight hug.
Angelina never had to sell eggs or flowers on the street again after that day. She also moved into Joe’s house. Her kids went to private school. She prepared hearty meals and brought laughter, vitality, and love into Joe’s once-empty home. Joe would often remark, “I finally got my daughter and grandkids back,” while grinning.
Angelina had freely shown kindness and been given a life she had only ever imagined. When the time came, she reminded her kids and their new neighbors of one unchangeable fact: kindness and love, once extended, never really go away. One silent deed at a time, they transform the world as they go.