Um garoto vai ao mercado de pulgas para comprar fitas de música antigas, mas tem pena de um senhor idoso que está vendendo uma mala velha, e esse ato de gentileza muda sua vida.
A vida de Martin Farmer não era fácil e continha poucos prazeres. Ele tinha dezessete anos, mas já carregava um pesado fardo de responsabilidade. Sua mãe estava doente, e seu pai havia falecido dois anos antes, deixando-o como o homem da casa.
Pouco depois disso, um acidente de moto deixou Martin com ferimentos graves na perna esquerda, o que encerrou sua brilhante carreira no futebol, e ele estava contando com o futebol para pagar sua faculdade…
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O dinheiro era curto, então Martin trabalhava depois da escola todos os dias e o dia todo aos sábados para sobreviver e ajudar a pagar os remédios da mãe. De vez em quando, ele tirava US$ 5 de suas economias e ia ao mercado de pulgas local para procurar fitas de música antigas dos anos 80 e 90.
Essas viagens mensais ao mercado de pulgas eram seu único prazer — seu único hobby. Naquele domingo, Martin estava se recuperando de uma semana particularmente difícil. Ele havia trabalhado duro, mas as contas médicas de sua mãe tinham chegado pelo correio.
O salário da semana não era suficiente para manter os lobos afastados para sempre, Martin sabia disso. Ele e a mãe tiveram uma discussão acalorada na noite de sábado. Ele queria largar a escola e trabalhar em tempo integral, mas a mãe discordou.
Esta manhã ele acordou cedo, fez o café da manhã para ela e então foi para o mercado de pulgas. Pelo menos por algumas horas, ele pararia de pensar em seus problemas.
Era uma manhã linda, então a feira estava cheia de pessoas vasculhando o lixo e os tesouros da vida de outras pessoas, e Martin foi até um vendedor em particular que ele conhecia bem.
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Ele estava de pé ao lado da mesa do homem, examinando um tesouro de fitas antigas quando um velho chegou e montou uma pilha de bolsas e malas velhas na porta ao lado. O homem imediatamente começou a anunciar seus produtos:
“Malas, bolsas e pastas!” ele gritou com sua velha voz rachada. “Cinco dólares cada, a melhor pechincha da sua vida!”
Uma mulher que passava parou, olhou e cheirou. “Tralha velha é o que você tem! Tem tanto mofo nessa mala que ela provavelmente vai se desfazer!”
“Vá em frente, moça!” o velho se virou. “Ajude um velho! Estou limpando meus velhos tesouros e com certeza posso usar o dinheiro! As coisas estão difíceis…”
Outro homem passou e cutucou uma maleta com o pé. “Velho, eu não daria nem um dólar por esse pedaço de lixo! Você não vai vender nada!”
Milagres acontecem onde e quando menos esperamos.
O velho balançou a cabeça. “Você está errado. A pessoa certa vai aparecer porque isso aqui é uma mala cheia de esperança”, ele disse. “Porque parece uma mala para você, mas eu prometo a você, é um sonho se tornando realidade!”
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Martin sorriu. Ele se virou para o homem e disse: “Eu poderia usar muita esperança agora mesmo! Quanto custa o sonho se tornando realidade?”
“Jovem”, disse o velho sorrindo alegremente. “Esta maravilha aqui é 100% couro legítimo, feita na década de 1930, e pode ser sua por apenas $5!”
Sorrindo, Martin pescou no bolso sua única nota de $5 e entregou ao homem. “Aqui está”, ele disse.
O homem estava sorrindo enormemente, e ele agarrou a mão de Martin. “Você é um garoto gentil”, ele disse. “E você merece o que está recebendo!”
Martin riu, pegou a velha mala que era muito mais pesada do que ele imaginava e acenou um adeus pesaroso para o músico. “Da próxima vez!”, ele prometeu e foi para casa almoçar.
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Quando ele chegou em casa, sua mãe reclamou da mala imediatamente. “Martin! Você teve que comprar tralha? Já temos o suficiente disso! Coloque na garagem ou vai encher a casa de poeira!”
Martin obedientemente carregou a mala para a garagem. Ele estava prestes a colocá-la em cima de uma mesa velha quando mais uma vez percebeu o quão pesada ela era. Ele abriu a mala e ficou surpreso ao ver que ela estava cheia de pacotes embrulhados em jornal.
Curioso, ele rasgou o jornal e encontrou um maço de notas de $20! Rapidamente Martin desembrulhou os outros pacotes. Era tudo dinheiro! Milhares de dólares, centenas de milhares de dólares!
Martin gritou por sua mãe e ela veio correndo. Ela ficou sem palavras ao ver as pilhas de dinheiro. Ela não reclamou da poeira…
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Naquela noite, Martin e sua mãe contaram e recontaram o dinheiro. Havia $300.000! “Há o suficiente para as contas médicas e os medicamentos…” disse Martin.
“Ah, e para a faculdade”, disse a mãe de Martin. “E talvez então a gente pague a hipoteca…”
“Mas mãe”, Martin disse suavemente. “Não é nosso dinheiro. O homem me vendeu esta mala por cinco dólares e ele parecia muito pobre. Tenho certeza de que ele não sabia sobre o dinheiro.”
A Sra. Farmer cuidadosamente colocou todo o dinheiro de volta na mala velha. “Nesse caso, você tem que encontrá-lo, Martin”, ela disse. “E devolver tudo a ele.
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Nas três semanas seguintes, Martin assombrou os mercados de rua e mercados de pulgas procurando pelo velho, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum. Então, um dia, ele o viu em um ponto de ônibus, carregando outra mala velha.
“Espere!” Martin gritou. “Escute, você se lembra de mim? Você me vendeu uma mala velha? Eu tenho que devolvê-la para você!”
“Devolver?” perguntou o velho. “Eu não quero de volta!”
“Por favor, você não entende”, disse Martin. “A mala estava cheia de dinheiro, seu dinheiro!”
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O velho começou a rir. “Eu sei DISSO!” ele disse. “Você se lembra do que eu te disse? A mala estava cheia de esperança e sonhos se tornando realidade. É para isso que ela serve. Use-a bem.”
O velho se virou e começou a ir embora, mas Martin correu atrás dele. “Mas eu pensei que você fosse pobre!”
O homem sorriu. “Não, filho. Sou um homem que passou a vida inteira ganhando dinheiro e agora descubro que tenho mais do que qualquer um deveria ter. Então, dou para aqueles que são gentis o suficiente para ajudar os necessitados. E esse é você!”
Martin foi para casa e contou à mãe a história do velho. Eles decidiram usar o dinheiro para ajudá-la a melhorar e pagar a faculdade dele, e daquele dia em diante, eles incluíram o Suitcase Man em suas orações.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Milagres são encontrados onde e quando menos esperamos. Martin e sua mãe estavam no fim da corda quando encontraram o dinheiro na mala.
- Atos de gentileza são sempre recompensados. Martin gastou seus preciosos $5 para ajudar um homem que ele achava que era mais pobre do que ele e recebeu um presente que fez seus sonhos se tornarem realidade.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
I Served a Rich Couple on a Plane, Next Day My Mom Introduced Me to Her Young Fiancé from the Same Plane — Story of the Day
Kristi tended to a rich couple in business class who were very affectionate with each other. The next day, she was shocked to discover the same man engaged to her mother. Kristi knew she had to act, but had no idea what she was about to unleash.
High above the clouds in the business class part of a commercial plane, Kristi, in her crisp flight attendant uniform, walked the aisle with practiced grace.
She stopped by a couple nestled by the window, absorbed in their private world. The man, in a sharply tailored suit, presented a small velvet box to the woman, whose eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
As he opened it, a delicate necklace gleamed, its stones scattering prismatic colors across their seats. Kristi’s eyes widened, and she paused her rounds for a second.
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“May I, my gorgeous Isabella?” the man whispered to his companion, excitement coloring his voice. The woman nodded, her cheeks blushing as she lifted her hair for him to clasp the necklace.
“That’s a lovely shade of lipstick,” the woman said, turning her attention to Kristi with a warm smile.
Flustered and touched, Kristi touched her lips. “Thank you, it’s my favorite,” she replied, stuttering at being caught snooping.
The man smiled up at Kristi, offering her a generous tip. “Thank you for making this flight special,” he said sincerely.
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“It’s my pleasure. Enjoy your journey together,” Kristi responded, her heart fluttering as she moved on, the couple’s joy lingering in her mind.
***
The next day was her only day off that weekend, and Kristi had promised to visit her mother. Upon arriving, the older woman grabbed her arm and introduced her to Edwin, her new fiancé.
Except, he was none other than the man from the plane who had given another, younger woman a beautiful diamond necklace. Kristi’s shock froze her, but she schooled her expression.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kristi. Your mother has told me so much about you,” Edwin said smoothly, offering his hand as if they had never met.
“Nice to meet you too,” she replied cautiously, playing along for her mother’s sake.
Edwin then took over the kitchen, whipping up a meal with the flair of a seasoned chef. “It’s my way of showing care,” he explained, serving dishes with ease.
As they ate, Edwin regaled them with stories from his travels, yet he only responded vaguely when Kristi probed further into his past.
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It only made things worse, but she wasn’t sure what to say to her mother. Could she be wrong about him?
After dinner, Kristi decided to take her mother outside, hoping the air would clear her mind.
***
The cool breeze of the terrace was exactly what she needed before asking some tough questions. “Mom, what do you really know about Edwin?” Kristi asked carefully.
“He’s wonderful. A billionaire, a diamond tycoon’s son. He’s shown me such a glamorous life,” her mother replied, eyes shining. “We’ll be married in just a few days!”
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“Mom, I know this is going to sound strange, but I swear I saw him on a recent flight with another woman, now suddenly he’s with you and getting married,” Kristi pressed.
Her mother frowned. “Why are you lying? Can’t you be happy for me? Edwin loves me. You just don’t want me to be with another man after your father’s death.”
“That’s not it! Doesn’t his quick move seem odd?” Kristi argued.
“Odd? No, it’s romantic. You’re too young to understand. Edwin is all about love,” her mother shook her head.
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Kristi sighed. “Mom, please think about it. He could be a scammer. That act on the plane… he’s like a Casanova.”
“Scammer? Kristi, that’s ridiculous. Edwin is a good man!” her mother defended.
“I just don’t want to see you lose everything to a man we barely know,” Kristi said, desperately trying to make her understand.
But at that moment, Edwin appeared, drinks in hand.“Ladies, let’s celebrate,” he said cheerfully, and Kristi’s mother excused herself for a second.
Kristi frowned at Edwin once they were alone and couldn’t hold back any longer.
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“How can you manipulate my mother’s feelings?” she demanded, exposing everything she saw him doing on the plane.
Edwin’s smile faltered. “Kristi, I only want your mother’s happiness. No need for hostility.”
She scoffed and poured a drink over his head. “You think you’re clever, but I see through you. I won’t let you hurt my mother,” she declared firmly. “You’re a fraud!”
Her mother appeared, and her eyes bulged at the orange slice that was still dripping from Edwin’s face. “Kristi, how could you? Edwin, I’m so sorry…”
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Edwin reassured her. “It’s alright. Let’s not let this ruin our evening.”
Kristi’s frown deepened as her mother tended to the scammer, and she realized there was no way to win that night. Still, she knew she had to prove Edwin’s true nature to protect her mother.
It would just take some time.
That’s when she remembered an important detail from the day of the flight where she saw Edwin…and Isabella.
***
Kristi paced outside the airline office, gathering her courage before entering. At the front desk, a cheerful representative greeted her. “Good morning! How can I assist you today?”
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“I need to see the passenger list from my last flight. It’s important,” Kristi said, stumbling over her words.
“That’s confidential. May I ask why you need it?” the representative asked, her brow furrowing.
Kristi tried to hide her nervousness as she said, “A passenger left something valuable. I want to help return it.”
“Okay, I can’t show you the list, but I can help if you give me more details,” the representative said, leading Kristi to a private office.
Once seated, Kristi explained that a passenger named Isabella lost her jewelry and was talking about it as they disembarked.
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The representative confirmed the Lost & Found department had received Isabella’s missing item report, and they had, in fact, found the jewelry.
“Could I return it to her myself? It might mean more coming from someone who was on the flight,” Kristi asked.
After signing a release form, Kristi received Isabella’s jewelry and contact details. She called the strange woman, arranging to meet the next day in a hotel lobby.
***
Kristi approached Isabella, the same woman Edwin was affectionate with on her last flight, in a beautiful hotel coffee shop and was recognized immediately.
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“You were the flight attendant on my last trip, weren’t you?” Isabella asked, surprised.
“Yes, that was me. It’s a small world.”
Kristi went right into it, telling her about Edwin, her suspicions, and everything else she knew. The young woman frowned, frustrated.
“I knew something was off. Edwin asked me for a large sum of money for an emergency. I trusted him, and I’m supposed to meet him soon to give it to him,” Isabella revealed, leaning back and crossing her arms.
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Kristi told her that was their chance to expose him. “We can set up a scenario to catch him. We’ll record everything. I’ll disguise myself; he won’t recognize me,” she planned.
Isabella agreed, and they spent the next hour devising their strategy, focusing on every detail and potential reaction from Edwin.
As Kristi left the coffee shop, she felt nervous but resolved. The plan was set, and together, they were going to save her mother.
***
In a dimly lit upscale restaurant where Isabella had arranged to meet Edwin and give him the money he asked for, the young woman waited, twirling her wine glass.
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Meanwhile, Kristi was disguised as a waitress and watched from across the room as Edwin entered confidently and greeted Isabella.
“Isabella, my dear, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, sitting down.
Kristi approached their table to take their order, and Isabella played along perfectly, suggesting they celebrate with red wine.
“Excellent choice,” Edwin agreed, keeping his eyes on Isabella. Kristi quickly brought the wine, her heart racing with each step.
“That’ll be all, thank you,” Edwin said, looking only briefly at Kristi. It wasn’t enough to notice who she was. His attention quickly turned back to his date.
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As they sipped their wine, Isabella suggested that instead of giving him money, she could give him a gift, something more tangible like jewelry as he had been so generous to give her diamonds.
Intrigued, Edwin pulled out his phone to show her some options, from Cartier and Rolex watches to designer clothes.
As soon as his phone was on the table, Kristi saw her chance. She pretended to refill their wine glasses and accidentally spilled some on Edwin’s shirt.
“Damn it! My shirt!” he exclaimed, jumping up in irritation.
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“It’s just an accident, Edwin. Let’s not make a scene,” Isabella calmed him, giving Kristi a discreet nod.
Kristi apologized profusely, then hurried away, claiming she needed to fetch club soda and napkins.
She had swapped Edwin’s unlocked phone during the commotion with a temporary decoy, and rushed to the restroom to check the real phone.
After searching for a few minutes, Kristi discovered Edwin’s active dating profile and flirtatious messages similar to those he’d sent her mother.
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Not the undeniable proof she hoped for, but troubling all the same. Therefore, Kristi started typing a message, making a last-ditch effort to trap Edwin.
Suddenly, a knock startled her. “I know you’re in there with my phone! Come out now!” Edwin shouted from outside.
“I’m calling the police!” he declared, his voice stern and urgent.
Kristi stood, phone in hand, heart pounding. She opened the stall door to face Edwin in a tense standoff. He lunged for the phone, but Kristi dodged him.
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“Stay back!” she warned, her back against the cold restroom wall.
“Give me my phone, or you’ll regret it!” Edwin cornered her, his hand reaching out. Kristi screamed, hoping someone would come to her aid and bracing for what might happen next.
***
In a sterile police station, Kristi sat under the cold glare of fluorescent lights.
“You’re lucky Mr. Edwin hasn’t pressed charges,” a stern officer warned, “Consider this your only warning.”
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Kristi nodded, her voice small. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Good intentions don’t always lead to good actions,” the cop replied before walking away.
Just then, her mother burst through the doors, her face etched with disappointment. “Kristi, this isn’t the daughter I raised,” she declared, her voice thick with emotion.
“Mom, I was trying to protect you from Edwin,” Kristi explained, looking down.
“Protect me by breaking the law?” her mother retorted sharply. “You’ve gone too far.”
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An officer intervened. “Mr. Edwin had filed a restraining order. Any further actions will lead to arrest.”
Kristi closed her eyes, but her mother didn’t give her any reprieve.
“I don’t want to see you anymore. Learn from this. Goodbye, Kristi,” the older woman said before leaving.
***
Kristi returned to the same hotel where she had met Isabella and sat at the lobby bar. While nursing a stiff drink, Isabella slid next to her.
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“I heard about what happened. I’m sorry,” she sighed, linking her fingers on the bar surface.
“Thanks,” Kristi said, half-smiling. “But before everything went down, I changed Edwin’s password on the dating site.”
“That’s brilliant,” Isabella responded, intrigued. “We can use that. Let’s warn the other women.”
Kristi laughed as they logged into Edwin’s dating profile together, crafting many messages to alert his targets.
“Beware of Edwin. He’s not who he claims to be. Protect your heart and your wallet,” Kristi typed steadily.
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Their initial laughter faded into a determined silence as they saw how far this man would go to scam women off their one.
It was late at night when Isabella closed her laptop and squeezed Kristi’s hand.
“And just think, what we’ve started tonight is only the beginning. Edwin has no idea what’s coming for him. Wait until the wedding—it’s going to be unforgettable!”
***
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city chapel as Edwin, clad in a sharp black tuxedo, prepared to marry Kristi’s mother.
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However, he didn’t know that today was the last time he would ever get away with his Casanova scam.
Kristi watched from the trees, her heart pounding as the ceremony began. Suddenly, an unusual murmur spread through the crowd.
Heels clicked on the floor as one woman, then another, and dozens more converged at the chapel. All were women Edwin had deceived.
A woman in a bright red dress yelled, “Scammer!” Her voice cut through the ceremony’s solemnity.
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Edwin frowned, his confusion turning to horror as he recognized her and others.
“He’s a liar!” shouted another.
“You won’t get away with this!” added a third.
The ceremony descended into chaos. One woman smashed a piece of the wedding cake into Edwin’s face, covering him with cream.
He started fleeing down the aisle, but a guest tripped him, sending him sprawling into a flower bed.
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The women swarmed, using handbags, shoes, and floral arrangements to exact their vengeance, shouting accusations.
The police eventually intervened, clearing the crowd and leading a disheveled Edwin away. As calm returned, the chapel buzzed with hushed conversations and occasional sobs.
Kristi stepped out from her hiding spot just as her mother exited the chapel, tears falling from her face. The older woman shook her head at her and got into a car.
Her mother was too proud to admit she was wrong. But Kristi would wait and give her enough time to grieve. In the meantime, she would make sure Edwin felt the full extent of the law.
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