I Always Gave a Homeless Man a Dollar—That Christmas Eve, He Warned Me, ‘Don’t Go Home… You’ll Never Believe What Awaits!’
My first Christmas as a widow was supposed to be quiet: go to work at the library, come home to an empty house, repeat. But the older man on the bench outside—who I thought was just another person I gave sandwiches to—turned everything upside down. I had lost my husband to cancer three months ago,…