Mary realized she had forgotten her wallet while trying to pay for some groceries, but a kind boy, Mark, paid for her things. Sometime later, Mary and her daughter learned that Mark’s grandmother needed expensive surgery, so they decided to act, shocking the poor kid.
“Oh, geez. I must have forgotten my wallet in John’s car. I’m so sorry. I’ll have to come back for these things later,” Mary said to the cashier, who started picking up the items and putting them back. Meanwhile, Mary closed her purse, prepared to walk away when the boy behind her in line spoke up.
“Wait, ma’am. You don’t have many things anyway. I’ll pay for them,” he said. He couldn’t be older than 12, and Mary noticed that he didn’t look particularly well-off.
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“Oh, no. I couldn’t put you out like that,” Mary countered.
“I insist, ma’am. Sometimes, we have to do good things, and karma will reward us later, right? That’s what my grandmother says all the time,” the boy said, placing his few things on the belt and paying for everything that Mary had picked out. Luckily, it was only a few essentials.
Mary’s daughter, Anastacia, was sick with the flu. She needed someone to watch the kids because her husband was in Europe on a business trip, so Mary decided to go to Santa Ana from San Diego, California. But her friend, John, had driven her up, and it seems she left her wallet in his car.
Once they got their groceries ready, Mary and the kid went outside. “Hey, I’m Mary Cummings. What’s your name?” she said conversationally.
“I’m Mark.”
“Thank you so much for what you did, Mark. It saved me a trip to the store. Listen, how about you give me your phone number so I can pay you back as soon as I get my wallet,” Mary suggested, and the kid wrote down his number on the receipt.
“Here, but don’t worry about it. There’s no rush. I live nearby anyway,” Mark said offhandedly.
“Although I also believe in paying it forward like you and your grandma, we have to pay off our debts,” Mary added, and they said goodbye.
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She got home and told Anastacia about leaving her wallet in John’s car and the kid at the store who paid for her things. Mary only went there to buy a few things for chicken noodle soup, so it wasn’t anything important. “Still, it was nice to see a young man being so kind,” Mary finished her story while storing things and getting ready to make the soup.
“I agree. Although kids today are all so progressive, some of them can be pretty self-centered,” Anastacia.
“I don’t think this kid comes from a rich family, though. Maybe that’s why he’s so nice. But anyway, I’m worried that he might need that money urgently,” the older woman continued. Luckily, she called John, who agreed to come up to Santa Ana the following day and return her wallet.
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Mary and Anastacia rang the bell at the address Mark had given them. Earlier, John came up, gave Mary her wallet, and Mary called the kid to return the money. He told her where he lived, and now they were right in front of his home.
The house was small and old. But it looked clean, and the garden was maintained. It was clear that these people didn’t have a lot of money, but they took pride in keeping it pretty. Mark answered the door.
“Hello, Mrs. Cummings,” Mark said upon opening the front door.
“Hey, Mark! This is my daughter, Anastacia. Here’s your money. Again, thank you so much for everything,” Mary told him with a kind smile.
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“Thank you. You didn’t have to hurry,” the boy replied and looked behind him for a second. “Listen, I would invite you in, but I’m not supposed to have anyone over. My grandma would be mad.”
“Oh, where is she? Maybe, we can come later to meet her. Does she like pecan pie? Because we’re going to the bakery right now,” Anastacia added happily.
“Well, she’s actually at the hospital and won’t get out for a while,” Mark explained with a frown. Mary and Anastacia wanted to know more, so he continued. “She needs a huge surgery, and I started a GoFundMe, but I’ve been trying to promote it. It’s not that popular. For now, the hospital has understood, and they are keeping her in observation while I raise the money.”
“Oh, sweetie. You shouldn’t have to do that on your own,” Anastacia said, concerned.
“We don’t have anyone else. It’s only us,” Mark shrugged. Mary and Anastacia looked at each other and came to a wordless decision.
“Give me the link to the GoFundMe, and your grandmother’s name. Also, come with us to the bakery. We’ll go visit her and see if the doctor lets her eat some pie,” Mary offered, although it was more of a demand.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“We have to,” Anastacia insisted, and Mark went with them.
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After buying some pies, they went to the hospital to meet Mark’s grandmother, Mrs. Julie Strada. They talked to her for a while, and Mark decided to stay with her that night, so Mary and Anastacia left.
When they got home, Anastacia shared the GoFundMe link with anyone she could think of, and she also donated a few hundred dollars. But Mary felt so hopeless. “They need so much money for this surgery. I don’t know if sharing the link is enough,” she breathed sadly.
“Let’s think,” Anastacia said, looking at her computer. “How about we share the story of the boy? I mean how he helped you, although they need the money so much. I mean, he couldn’t know you were going to pay it back. Maybe it could go viral? Let’s try Reddit.”
“That’s a one-in-a-million thing, Anastacia,” Mary replied skeptically.
“We’ll see,” the younger woman said with a smile and started writing everything that happened on Reddit. She posted it on several subreddits and her Twitter.
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At first, there were only a few commenters, but thousands of people had read the story and donated to the cause after a few days. They still needed a lot more donations to reach the goal of $230,000, which was the cost of Mrs. Strada’s entire treatment.
But surprisingly, a famous new outlet picked up the story, shared it, and even interviewed Mary and Mark for their article. The GoFundMe project reached way beyond their goal, and they were ecstatic. Mark couldn’t believe it. He had only paid around $20 for what Mrs. Cummings needed at the store, and she somehow found a way to pay it back and more.
What can we learn from this story?
- Helping others can change your life. Mark helped an older woman at the store, not knowing how hard she would work to pay him back for his gesture.
- There are still good people around the world. Tons of viral stories have gotten people enough donations to pay for their family members and even their pets’ treatments, which proves how good people can be.
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Man Was Shocked by What He Found in the Trunk of an Old Car Abandoned in the Forest
Paul’s quiet weekend photography trip turned into an unexpected adventure when he discovered an old car abandoned in the forest. Inside the trunk, a mysterious parcel with a faded label led him on a quest that unraveled a decade-old mystery and altered his fate.
“Just a bit more to the left… perfect! Got it!” Paul muttered to himself, adjusting the lens of his camera. He crouched low, capturing the dew-kissed petals of a wildflower.
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The early morning light streamed through the forest canopy, casting a golden glow over everything. Paul, a 32-year-old clerk with a deep passion for photography, felt his heart swell with satisfaction.
Paul lived for moments like this. During the week, he worked a mundane job at an office, filing paperwork and answering phone calls. But on weekends, he transformed into an adventurer, exploring the hidden corners of the country with his camera.
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His dream was to become a professional photographer, but so far, his unique approach to photography hadn’t been appreciated by the industry insiders he contacted.
“They’ll see it one day,” he often told himself. His weekends were devoted to building a portfolio that would one day land him a job in a prestigious photography company. His friends and family admired his dedication, even if they didn’t fully understand it.
One day, Paul was sitting in his office, tapping his pen against the desk, his mind wandering away from the dull stack of paperwork in front of him.
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He discreetly pulled out his phone and opened the map app, searching for his next photography adventure. Hunched over his table, he zoomed into a green spot on the map. It was a little far away from the city. There, he found a remote forest.
This place looks perfect for wildlife shots, he mused, imagining the untouched beauty he might capture. The thought of his camera and the wild unknown lifted his spirits, momentarily transporting him away from his mundane office routine.
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Upon further research, Paul learned that the forest was rarely visited. It was a haven for animals undisturbed by human presence. Paul knew the demand for wildlife photography was high, and he was eager to expand his portfolio by visiting the forest with his camera.
The following weekend, Paul set out early. The forest was 130 miles away from the city, a journey that took him deep into the wilderness.
“Here we go,” he said aloud as he parked his car at the beginning of the forest.
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After locking his car, he set off on foot, hiking further into the dense woods. The path was barely visible, overgrown with vines and underbrush. It was clear that no cars had driven here in ages.
As he ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet. The sounds of the city were long gone, replaced by the occasional rustle of leaves and distant bird calls. Paul couldn’t shake a growing sense of unease.
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What if a wild animal attacks me? Or worse, what if I get lost or hurt? he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. The nearest hospital was over 150 miles away, and he hadn’t seen another person since he left his car.
But his determination pushed him forward. He had to find the perfect shot, the one that would finally get him noticed. After hiking for about five miles, he stumbled upon something unexpected.
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An old, rusty car lay abandoned in a small clearing, partially covered by foliage. It looked like it had been there for years.
“What is this doing here?” Paul muttered, his curiosity piqued. He approached the car cautiously, peering through the dirty windows. The interior was a mess, with torn seats and a cracked dashboard. But it was the trunk that caught his attention. It was slightly ajar, as if inviting him to open it.
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With a deep breath, Paul reached for the trunk. “Please don’t be something awful,” he whispered, more to himself than anything else.
He lifted the lid, and what he saw made him freeze. Inside the trunk was an old wooden box wrapped in a transparent bag. The package was sealed and had a shipping label pasted on it.
A delivery parcel in the middle of the forest? Paul thought. He was shocked. He wasn’t expecting to stumble across a mysterious wooden box on his weekend adventure.
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Although the label was faded, Paul could still read the name and address printed on it. The recipient was a woman named Martha. However, the date written on it had faded, making it impossible to determine how old the parcel was.
I should open this, Paul thought, curiosity gnawing at him. But his morals stopped him. It didn’t feel right to invade someone’s privacy.
The address on the package seemed unfamiliar, but when Paul searched it on his phone, he found out it wasn’t too far away. He could easily drive there and deliver the wooden box.
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Should I really go there? What if I get into trouble? he thought.
Paul was unsure, but thinking about the adventure that lay ahead of him made him feel excited. I’ll go, he thought as he closed the trunk. Let’s see where this mysterious parcel takes me.
The forest, which had seemed so intimidating earlier, now felt like the starting point of a grand adventure. Paul’s hands trembled with excitement as he carefully tucked the parcel into his backpack.
He hiked back to his car and left the forest.
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The drive to the address led him to a neighboring city he hadn’t visited before. The streets were unfamiliar, lined with old houses and narrow lanes.
He finally arrived at the address, a quaint, weathered house with ivy climbing its walls. Paul took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a moment, a young girl appeared behind the glass panel, her curious eyes studying him.
“Hi, I’m Paul. Do you know a woman named Martha?” he asked, holding up the parcel.
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The girl’s eyes widened in surprise as she opened the door. “Martha was my grandmother. She passed away a few years ago. I’m Veronica. What’s this about?”
Paul handed her the box. “I found this in an old car in the forest. The address led me here.”
Veronica took the box, her hands trembling slightly. She opened it carefully, revealing climbing equipment and personal belongings. Her eyes filled with recognition and emotion.
“These belong to my grandfather. He went on a mountain climbing expedition ten years ago and never came back. We searched for him for years,” Veronica said, her voice breaking.
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“Really?” Paul asked. “Where did he go? Did you guys manage to find him?”
“No. We never found him,” she said.
“So, do you think that car I found belongs to your grandfather?”
“My grandfather didn’t own a car,” Veronica revealed. “I know how this box got there. Soon after his disappearance, a man contacted my grandmother. He said he had found my grandfather’s belongings at the base camp along with her phone number. He promised to deliver them but he never did. I have no idea what happened to him.”
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Paul listened, feeling the weight of the story. “I’m sorry for your loss. I hope this brings you some closure.”
Veronica nodded, wiping away a tear. “Thank you, Paul. This means a lot to our family. What were you doing in the forest, anyway?”
“I was on a photography expedition,” Paul replied, smiling. “It’s my passion. I take photos in my free time, hoping to build a portfolio that will get me hired as a photographer.”
“That’s interesting!” Veronica exclaimed. “My uncle, Stewart, owns a company looking to hire photographers. I could connect you two.”
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Paul’s heart raced. “That would be amazing. Thank you so much, Veronica.”
A few days later, Paul found himself in Stewart’s office, his portfolio laid out on the desk. Stewart flipped through the photos, nodding appreciatively.
“These are impressive, Paul,” Stewart said, finally looking up. “We could use someone with your eye for detail and creativity. How would you like to join our team?”
Paul’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I’d love to! Thank you so much.”
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Stewart smiled. “Welcome aboard. We’ll discuss the details, but I assure you, the salary will be more than what you’re currently earning.”
Paul left the office, feeling like he was walking on air. The trip to the forest had indeed been life-changing. Not only had he helped Veronica and her family find some closure, but he had also found the opportunity he’d been dreaming of.
As he drove back home, Paul couldn’t help but think about the strange twist of fate that had led him here. His passion for photography had taken him on an unexpected journey, one that had changed his life in ways he could never have imagined.
And it all started with a forgotten parcel in the trunk of an old car.
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