The Woman Let The Homeless Old Man In To Warm Up. In The Morning She Was Surprised When She Saw…

The Breaking Point

Of course, this rejection caused a lot of hard feelings. Spencer was very angry with the woman, and he reminded her of it every chance he got.

Rebecca knew she needed to quit this job a while ago, but she didn’t want to be a burden to her husband. Floyd worked as a manager for a small company selling construction materials. His salary wasn’t that big, so Rebecca couldn’t really afford to become a housewife.

Meanwhile, Floyd always stayed late at work, coming home well after midnight. Rebecca repeatedly noticed that her husband smelled of woman’s perfume, but the man always came up with a logical explanation, repeatedly claiming that it was just an absurd accident.,

Being a naive young woman, Rebecca sincerely believed her husband at first. However, when she noticed traces of lipstick on the collar of Floyd’s shirt, she realized that her husband was cheating on her.

The man himself has actually changed a lot, gradually turning into an unbearable tyrant. 2 days earlier, Floyd came home drunk and said right from the doorway,

“That’s it, I’m leaving you for Pamela. We love each other and we want to live together.”

Tears welled up in Rebecca’s eyes, but her callous husband didn’t seem to care the least bit. He went about his business as if nothing had happened, eating dinner made by his caring wife, and then he went to bed.

Rebecca spent most of that night in tears, only getting a hold of herself when her eyes became all red and swollen from crying so much. Now sitting by the window, the woman was trying to figure out what she should do next.

Rebecca knew that Floyd’s new lover was the head of the department in which her husband worked.

“Of course, how could I compete with the rich woman? She has money, her own car, and a beautiful house on Main Street,”

the woman thought, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to stay under the same roof with her husband for much longer.

A Stranger in the Snow

Rebecca looked at the passers-by shivering in the piercing winter wind, busy with her own thoughts. Suddenly, a strange old man caught the woman’s attention.

He was dressed in a light jacket, trampled boots, and battered trousers. There was a shabby cap on the stranger’s head, which didn’t seem to be of much use given the weather.

The old man kept stomping his feet, obviously trying to keep himself warm this way. The poor fellow looked like a homeless man who ended up on the street at the most inopportune moment.

“Dear God, he’s freezing. His lips have turned blue and his beard is covered with frost,”

thought Rebecca anxiously, feeling very worried for the weak old man.

The woman thought for a minute or two and then threw her jacket over her shoulder and ran out onto the street where a snowstorm was raging with all its might.

“Hello, sir. Forgive me for asking, but what are you doing out here alone and in this weather?”

Rebecca asked as she came closer to the old man.,

“Hello, ma’am. I’m actually waiting for my son, but he’s late for some reason,”

the old man murmured, shivering in the piercing wind.

“What son? Who will come get him in such weather? He’s probably just out of his mind,”

Rebecca thought, trying desperately not to let her realization show on her face.

Taking the stranger by the hand, the woman almost forced him to go inside the house, where she immediately seated him in an armchair in front of the bright burning fireplace. Then Rebecca brought the old man a change of her husband’s clothes so that he could dry out his wet clothes.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m very grateful. At least two dozen people passed by me today, and you’re the only one who offered to help,”

the old man said with tears in his eyes.

And when Rebecca poured a hot tea for the stranger, a huge smile appeared on his face. Taking a sip of the tart burning drink, the old man said his name was Richard Miller.,

“My son will certainly come pick me up as soon as the blizzard subsides a little. We’re going to Chicago together,”

the stranger added, stretching out his wrinkled hands towards the fireplace.

The Departure

Mr. Miller no longer seemed crazy to Rebecca. As it turned out, he was an ordinary old man who was tired of loneliness and illness and decided to move to live with his son in the big city.

Mr. Miller stayed at Rebecca’s house until noon and, after thanking the girl heartily, started getting ready, afraid to miss his son’s arrival.

“Be careful, Mr. Miller, and feel free to come back if you need to,”

the woman said in parting.

Rebecca was very doubtful that his son would come for him in such a blizzard, but as soon as the old man went out into the street, an SUV covered in snow slowed down next to him. There were two more cars behind, which apparently had bodyguards in them.

Opening the passenger door, Mr. Miller turned around and took one last look at the house where he was treated with so much warmth and respect. Then he smiled and got into the huge Ford.,

Rebecca smiled back and waved at the departing car. The woman was very happy that she got to do something nice; she helped the old man out and she was feeling good about it. Rebecca felt tears welling up in her eyes as she realized that the old man wasn’t crazy at all and was in fact waiting for his son’s arrival.