I helped my neighbor Arthur by picking up his blind mother, Maria, from the hospital—never imagining it would lead to police
accusing me of theft. Arthur, always distant, claimed I stole Maria’s diamond ring. But Maria revealed she’d installed
security cameras—and the footage showed Arthur taking the ring to cover his gambling debts.
He was arrested, and Maria, heartbroken, later moved into the apartment above my garage. We formed an unexpected bond
over coffee and conversation. In the end, I learned that kindness doesn’t always come back how you expect—but sometimes, it comes back better.
