“Someone’s knocking at the door,” Sherry called from the kitchen.
“Good morning, sir,” the older fellow at the door said. “I am looking for donations for a family in great need.”
A tear came to the man’s eye as he said, “Please sir, you must help. These people are in a desperate situation.”
“How many are in the family?”
“It’s a family with five children, sir. The father has been out of work for over a year now.”
“Has he been looking for work? I might be able to hire him a couple of days to do some cleanup around here.”
“He has health problems,” the man said. “The children have barely enough food to eat.”
I started to weaken.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he said, “The worst part of the whole thing is that the family is going to be kicked out of their home.”
“Why?”
“They are three months behind in their rent. If they don’t come up with the money by Monday they will be homeless.”
“How much would it take to catch up on the rent?”
“It would only be twelve hundred dollars,” he said, with a sob.
As I reached for my checkbook I asked, “How do you know so much about the situation? Are they family or friends?”
He said, “I’m their landlord.”
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