HOMELESS GIRL DOESN’T EAT FOR A WEEK TO BUY A CELL PHONE AND CALL HER DAD FOR HELP Amber’s hands were shaking as she dialed her father’s number. Will he pick up the call? What if he’s changed his number? Maybe if he sees an unknown number, he won’t answer? But to her surprise, her father answered the call. “Hello? Who’s this?” the voice on the other end of the line said. Amber burst into tears as she recognized her dad’s voice. “It’s me, dad,” Amber spoke, trembling, choking on her tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you all these years…” “Amber, sweetheart! Is that you? Oh my goodness! How are things going?” “I need your help, dad!” “Is everything okay, honey?” “Just come as soon as possible, dad!” Full story in the comments. đ
It doesnât take a lot to go from having a roof over your head to being out on the streets. All it might take is one bad choice or simply a cruel twist of fate.
1. Amber: I Had to Starve Myself for a Whole Week to Buy a Cellphone
My nameâs Amber. Until recently, I was living what I thought was the dream life with my husband Louis and our son Allen. We seemed so happy. Then, suddenly, everything changed.
âWe rushed into things, Amber. I canât do this anymore!â Louis announced one evening. My heart just sank.
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âLouis, youâre kidding, right? You canât just leave us like that! What about Allen? Heâs only two!â I pleaded.
âThatâs the problem, Amber!â he retorted. âIâm tired of all the responsibilities. I need time for myself. Iâve found someone who gets what Iâm going through!â
That night, as he walked out, I just fell apart. Once Louis was gone, reality hit me hard. I struggled to find a job while taking care of Allen alone.
Two weeks later, our landlady evicted us as I couldnât pay the rent, and Social Services took Allen.
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That night, I was homeless and heartbroken. My baby, my child, was taken away from me.
I sold everything I had, including my phone, and that kept me going for a while. Then, the money ran out.
One evening, out in the cold, I remembered my dadâs warnings about Louis. âHeâs not right for you,â Dad had said. I wish Iâd listened. Desperate to reconnect with him, I decided to buy a phone to call him.
I knew that if I borrowed a phone to call him, maybe he wouldnât pick up the first time or even the second. But Iâd have to keep tryingâŚ.
I starved myself for a week to save enough to buy a second-hand phone. My tears didnât stop when I dialed Dadâs number.
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âHello?â he asked.
âItâs⌠Amber, Dad,â I sobbed into the phone.
âAmber, sweetheart! Is that you? Oh God! How are things going?â
âI need your help, dad!â
âIs-Is everything okay?â
âJust come as soon as possible, Dad!â I said.
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He arrived quickly. In a hotel room, I poured out my heart about the betrayal and my days on the streets. Dad comforted me.
The next day, Dad and I went to the orphanage to start the paperwork to bring Allen home. Once everything was finalized, Dad took Allen and me to New York.
He also hired a private detective to find out where Louis was. It turned out Louis had been cheating on me with his bossâs daughter.
When his boss found out the truth â that Louis was married and had abandoned his family â he fired him. Louis ended up living on the streets. It felt like justice was done.
Back home, with my dad and Allen, I felt stronger. Life had knocked me down but taught me resilience. And with Dadâs support, I knew we could face anything ahead.
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Coming up next is Brandonâs story, a homeless man and father of 3 living in a tent. One day, he decided to help a stranger, ignoring his own needs, and his life was never the same again.
2. Brandon: I Gave My Last $2 to a Stranger at a Gas Station, the Next Day I Inherited His Company
Four months on the streets with my three kids taught me a lot about lifeâs harshness and the small acts of kindness that can keep hope alive.
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We lived in a tent near a gas station, a makeshift home barely shielding us from the cold. It was tough, but we managed to find moments of joy, making the best of it.
One chilly morning, as I counted the few coins I had left, I decided to head into the gas station to buy a can of beans â our planned dinner for the evening.
Inside, I stumbled upon a scene that jolted my heart. An elderly man stood at the counter, confusion written all over his face.
âIâm sorry, young lady, what did you say about the water being funny?â he asked.
âI said you donât have enough money, sir!â the cashier snapped.
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âYes, it is a sunny day!â he replied.
Suddenly, some young man in line grabbed the elderly man, yelling, âYou need more cash!â
Watching this, my heart sank. The elderly man just wanted a bottle of water to take his pills, but his request for an affordable bottle was met with hostility. âIf you canât afford to pay, youâll have to go!â the cashier shouted.
I couldnât stand idly by. Stepping forward, I emptied my cup of change onto the counter. âHave a heart, lady,â I said, deciding to pay for the manâs water.
The cashier counted the money with distaste. âThatâll cover it,â she muttered. I left the can of beans and handed the water to the elderly man.
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âHere you go, sir,â I spoke clearly, making sure he could read my lips.
âWhy did you help me when you needed the money?â he asked me as we left the store, noticing my tent with kids nearby.
âIf thereâs one thing Iâve learned from being homeless, itâs that the world works when people are kind to each other,â I explained.
âBut what are your kids going to eat?â he questioned.
âThereâs a chance Iâll find some scraps at the fast food joint across the street,â I assured him.
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The next morning, two jeeps parked near our tent, and a man in a fancy suit stepped out.
âMr. Grivesâ last wish was for me to deliver this to you,â he said. There was a letter offering me the inheritance of his business.
âIs it a joke?â I asked in shock.
The man handed me legal documents. With a mix of apprehension and hope, I signed the papers. This could be the break my children and I needed, a chance to escape the streets.
We were driven to a huge mansion. âCan we put up a tent under that tree with pink flowers?â my youngest, Derrick, asked innocently.
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âWeâre going to live inside that house, silly! Right, Dad?â my daughter Kelly chimed in.
As I nodded, the reality of our new life began to sink in. Yet, the moment I opened the doors, something was wrong. The house was in disarray â someone had been there.
âWeâve examined the entire perimeter of the house and found no sign of forced entry, sir,â the officer reported after I called 911.
That evening, I got an anonymous call. In a robotic yet menacing tone, the voice told me I had 24 hours to decline all that Mr. Grivesâ left me, leave the house, or else I would lose everything I love.
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The mansion came with Mr. Grivesâ loyal staff, and one of them warned me that this could be the doing of Mr. Grivesâ eldest son, Christopher. I resolved to go to the cops in the morning.
But in the morning, my kids were vanished! Although the clever perpetrator had managed to hide his face from most of the CCTVs in and around the house, there was one he didnât know about.
Mr. Grivesâ staff watched in horror as they recognized the leader of three thugs drugging my children. It was Christopher.
From there on, the cops put everyone on the task of tracking Christopher, and didnât rest until later that afternoon, when Christopher were spotted on the border of the state with my kids in the back of an old van.
Christopher was arrested, and my children were safe. But their fear had set in deep, and I had a choice to make: to heal and embrace the gift that kind soul left us, or to walk away, rebuilding from the start.
âDaddy, are we going to leave our home again?â Kellyâs question broke my heart.
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I wrapped my arms around them. âWeâre going to be okay. You want to know why?â
âIBecause the most valuable thing we have is right here, in my arms. So long as we stick together, weâll always be rich in the most important way: love.â
While Brandon was blessed with children who understand the value of kindness and love, Mr. Greg wasnât. Coming up next is his story.
3. Mr. Greg: My Teen Daughter Humiliated the Homeless, I Had to Teach Her a Lesson
I always thought I was doing right things for my daughter, Jane. I made sure she had everything she needed, but I missed teaching her something crucial â compassion for others. This hit me hard a few days ago when I lost my wallet.
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After a fruitless search, I returned home to find Jane mocking a homeless man and his daughter at our doorstep. The shock set in when the man handed me my wallet, untouched. I was moved by that manâs gesture.
But Jane dismissively called them âtrash,â and spoke to them with so much disgustâŚit broke my heart. I knew I had to fix this.
That evening, I invited the man, Mark, and his daughter for dinner. It was my chance to teach Jane about generosity.
âDad, check the money! He probably stole it!â Jane said as I checked my wallet. Everything was there.
âAll the money is here, sweetie. Youâre mistaken,â I told her.
Seeing Markâs and Lolitaâs discomfort, I invited them to stay for dinner.
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âWhy donât you guys join us?â I said. âItâs the least I can do to thank you.â
During dinner, Jane gave them paper plates instead of proper dishes.
âWhy not use the nice dishes I got you for your birthday?â I suggested.
As we ate, I encouraged Mark to share his story, but Jane kept interrupting with rude comments. Eventually, I lost my patience.
âShut your mouth, Jane!â I snapped. âYou donât know nothing. Misfortune could strike anyone.â
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I then revealed a painful truth to Jane. âItâs my fault. I worked too much, especially after your mother passed. We were the same once,â I confessed. âDo you remember our âcamping tripsâ? We were actually homeless.â
Jane was stunned. âHow did we get back on our feet?â
âA kind man gave me a job. That changed our lives,â I said with a sigh.
Then, I looked at Mark. âAnd now, itâs my turn to pay it forward,â I told him.
Mark nodded. âAll I did was what a decent human should do,â he said.
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âI had no idea, Dad. Iâm sorry,â Jane said after a pause.
âItâs okay, honey. Itâs not too late to learn from this,â I told her.
When it was time for Mark and Lolita to go, I suggested, âWhy donât you both stay the night? We have plenty of room, and itâs getting late.â
Mark hesitated, then gratefully accepted. âThank you, Greg. This means a lot.â
But I knew I wasnât done helping them. Offering them a nightâs shelter would not alleviate their problems. So I made a decision.
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A little kindness costs nothing, guys, and I was ready to make sure that little Lolita and her dad had a good life.
The next day, I offered Mark a job as a driver and arranged a temporary home for them. âAnd Iâll help you until youâre back on your feet,â I promised.
âOh, Really?â Mark gasped. âNobody is this kind nowadays! I wonât let you down, sir,â Mark told me in tears. âThank you so much!â
The smile on Lolitaâs face that day made me realize Iâd done the right thing. As for JaneâŚmy Janie changed. She became a better person, and Iâm so glad for that.
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