After losing my husband, I was raising our three boys alone when strange things started happening—our trash bins were being knocked over
every week. One morning, I saw our neighbor Edwin doing it. I was angry, but instead of confronting him, I left banana bread on his porch.
Eventually, Edwin opened up. He was lonely after losing his wife and acted out because our happy home reminded him of what he’d lost.
I forgave him and invited him to join our book club. Slowly, he became part of our lives—joining dinners, making my sons laugh,
and even bringing scones to meetings.By showing kindness instead of anger, I not only helped Edwin heal—I helped our family heal too.
