Christmas Socks

[Cordellia Amethyste Rose]

This story happened several years ago and involves a site member.  I'll let her identify herself if she chooses.  

 

A few days before Christmas, I decided to go shopping and bought several pairs of fun, colored socks.  Then, I went and sat in a local coffee house (which is no longer in business) and drank some coffee.  On my way home, I checked my pockets and discovered that my coin purse along with my ID and all my cash were gone.  I went back to the coffee house and looked all over for it, but it was nowhere to be found.  I had no money to buy any food or anything for Christmas.  My only choice was to go back to the store and return all my fun socks, so I would have enough money to live until my next paycheck.  I was very sad. 

 

When I got back to my apartment building, there was a nice lady who I'd spoken to in the past there, and we got onto the elevator together.  She asked me why I was sad, and I told her.  Right as I got off the elevator, she asked me my apartment number, so I told her.  A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I saw her running back to the elevator, and in front of my door were a nice card with $20 in it and a pair of nice, brown socks.  I yelled "Thank you!"  It was such a kind gesture, and I have never forgotten.  I still have those socks, and whenever I see them, I'm reminded of her and her kind gesture.  

[ShellyBelly]

Wow. What a wonderful heartwarming story. Thanks for sharing Cordelia. :-)