HE RETURNED HER TRASH CAN EVERY WEEK—BUT TODAY, SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT

He didn’t just empty the can and leave. Curious, I approached the elderly woman sitting on her porch.

She smiled softly. “That man? He’s been doing that for me every week,” she said. “Since my husband passed, I can’t bring it back myself.”

I glanced back at him, feeling something heavy settle in my chest.

But then I noticed… he wasn’t heading back to the truck right away. He just stood there, staring at the house.