For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.

cried so much my eyes were swollen nearly shut.

He had been a good man. Everyone I talked to said so. His neighbors. His co-workers at the factory where he had worked for thirty years. The pastor at the church he attended every Sunday.

“David was one of the kindest people I ever met,” the pastor told me. “He never had much, but he gave what he could.continue reading …