An 82-year-old woman was caught shoplifting in a supermarket. “Please don’t call the police, I don’t want my grandchildren to know”. What happened to her afterward is unbelievable…
The number of people who struggle to make ends meet is way higher that we can even imagine. Not being able to provide for the family is an issue many struggle with, especially these days when the entire world is facing crisis in terms of lack of electricity and inflation. The prices of the basic products get higher and the number of businesses that are forced to shut down grows bigger. Finding a job isn’t as easy it once was. Life is hard for many, especially those who are unable to work because of various reasons.
One 82-year-old grandma was left to take care of her grandchildren. Sadly, because of her age, there was nothing she could do in order to get food. The little money she had wasn’t enough, so she was forced to do something she wasn’t proud of, steal food from a local shop at Via Casilina in Ferentino, Frosinone, Italy.
When an employee spotted her putting canned food in her bag, they confronted her. The grandma was scared and begged them not to call the police. “Please don’t call the cops; I don’t want my grandkids to know,” she kept repeating.
She then explained that she struggled to provide food for her grandchildren as tears rolled down her face.
The store manager was deeply touched by her story. Not only he didn’t call the police, but he let her take anything that she needed. He even told her to stop by whenever she needed food.
“Come grab what you need anytime you want; a few euros don’t matter anything to me,” he said.
We are glad there are still people there as considerate and as caring as this market owner.
Living Across from a Cemetery, I Saw a Baby Left by One of the Graves on Halloween Night — Story of the Day
On Halloween night, I thought I’d just be handing out candy, but I saw something I never expected—a baby, alone in a car seat by a grave. I rushed outside, heart racing.
Halloween had always been my favorite. I loved decorating and handing out candy. But two years ago, I lost my daughter, and with her, my husband. Now, I was alone.
That night, after the candy ran out, I saw the car seat. I approached it, finding a baby girl inside. There was a note: “Amanda, one and a half years old.” I called the police, but no one had reported her missing. I asked if I could take her home. They agreed.
Caring for Amanda was hard, but I fell in love with her. She filled the void in my life. Then, one morning, a knock on the door brought a police officer and Amanda’s grandmother, Carol, to take her back. Reluctantly, I handed Amanda over, my heart breaking.
Later, I realized Carol had abandoned Amanda. I called my ex-husband, John, for help. We took Carol to court and won custody. I was granted permission to adopt Amanda.
As John walked away after the trial, I called him back, asking him to join us for dinner. That night, I became a mother again, and hope returned. Halloween had brought me Amanda.
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