As a homeless kid, a single birthday gift—a crumpled dollar bill—transformed my life. I was taken in by foster parents Steve and Linda, who had eight other Black foster kids. They treated us likе their own, and Steve always made me feel special. He’d say, “Dylan, you’re just as good as anyone else.”
On my fifth birthday, my biological parents took me away, and Steve handed me a dollar bill, saying, “There’s a special message for you written on this bill. Never lose it.” Two years later, my biological parents аbаndоned me in a park.
At seven, alone and scared, I promised myself, “No more orphanages. You’re going to make it on your own.” I lived on the streets, learning to read and write from a homeless man named Jacob. He’d say, “Dylan, you’ve got to learn this. It’s your way out of here.”
Years later, I found the dollar bill again and read Steve’s message: “You are my son and always will be… With it, you will succeed, but you have to believe in yourself!” This reignited my spark.
I worked tirelessly until an elderly man, Mr. Brown, offered me a job. His mentorship led me to success, and I returned to my foster parents, showing Steve the dollar bill. He smiled and said, “Maybe it’s not the dollar but you?” Through resilience and belief, I made it.
During a very cold night, a rich man and a homeless old man met.
On a freezing night, a wealthy man encountered a homeless old man and asked, “Aren’t you cold without a winter coat?” The old man replied, “I’m used to it.” Surprised, the rich man promised to bring him a warm coat and asked him to wait. The old man, hopeful, agreed.
However, the wealthy man forgot and didn’t return until morning, only to find the old man had passed away in the cold. A note was left behind: “I survived without warm clothes before, but your promise gave me hope. When that hope faded, so did my strength.”
Moral: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. What may seem small to you could mean everything to someone else.
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