12-year-old David was excited to buy new sneakers after saving up for months but decided to buy boots for his classmate whose shoes were tattered. Little did he know that his kindness would be rewarded in an unexpected way.
David always found himself a window seat on the school bus back home. As always, he opened the window wide and let the afternoon breeze brush across his face as he recollected the game he played that day, moment by moment.
“That was unbelievable, what you did on the field today!” one of his mates had said.
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“I think we’ve got a national-level player on our hands, guys. Get your autographs while you can!” another player teased David, patting his back almost a bit too hard.
That was the distant dream — playing for his country and creating history, like all his soccer heroes.
David could almost taste it; the sweet air of victory and pride when his team and he held the golden championship trophy and smiled for the photographs.
David would constantly rehearse what he would say for the cameras and the papers at the end of the match. How he rose from humble beginnings. And how he owed his mother everything he had become.
“Excuse me, may I sit here?”
David was so deep in his daydream that he didn’t realize one of his classmates had asked permission to sit next to him.
The boy sat down next to David, hugged his backpack, and started dreaming his own dream. ‘I want to become the best soccer player in the school. Just like David. I can’t believe I’m sitting next to him!’
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The boy was a true fan of David’s game and wouldn’t miss a chance to watch him play. In his mind, David was everything he wanted to be. He wanted to play like him, have tons of friends like him, and even wear those fancy soccer shoes David was wearing.
‘These old tattered shoes should do…for now,’ the boy thought, hiding his feet under the seat out of embarrassment.
Guillermo was always shy and found it challenging to make friends. One day, the boy finally found the courage to talk to his hero.
“Hi, David! I’m Guillermo. I’m your biggest fan!”
“Oh? Hi, Guillermo! Thank you.”
There was an awkward silence as David went back to daydreaming.
“I…really like your shoes!” Guillermo blurted the first thing that came to his mind.
“These? These are really old, and the soles have already started to come off. You should see the new shoes I’ll be getting…” David’s eyes lit up, thinking about the dreamy pair of sneakers he had been saving up for.
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“Tell me more about them!” Guillermo said, slowly tucking his feet under the seat. He didn’t want David to see how ugly and tattered his own shoes were.
“Well, they’re perfect! They’re neon orange, and they’ve got unbeatable grip…”
It had been seven months since David had been raising money to buy the pair of sneakers he wanted. This was the first time the 12-year-old wanted to buy something for himself. And he wanted to do it without burdening his mother. He knew how hard his mother worked, struggling to provide for him and his two younger twin sisters.
“Mom, you don’t need to contribute. Tracy and Katie have their birthdays coming up soon, and you need to save up to throw a tea party, remember?”
David saved up enough money. He did it with the help of a short paper route every morning and the savings from the lemonade stand he had put up the last vacation. Until one day, his piggy bank was full, and he finally had enough to bring his dream shoes home.
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On the bus ride home from school that day, he couldn’t stop talking about it with Guillermo.
“Guillermo! I did it! I’m going straight to the store after homework this evening and buying the best sneakers in town. In fact, I’ll come and pick you up, and you can accompany me to the shop. It’s going to be the best feeling ever!”
Guillermo felt genuine happiness for his idol. That’s when the bus suddenly jolted over a pothole, and one of Guillermo’s shoes fell off onto the bus floor.
David was taken aback at the sight of the worn-out, blackened shoe. It was a pair of thin, low-quality summer shoes that had seen too many seasons. There were holes in the sole, the canvas was coming apart, and there was no sign of a lace.
Guillermo let the other shoe fall, giving in to the feeling of shame.
David had tears in his eyes when he looked at his friend, hiding his face in his palms, sobbing quietly but uncontrollably. The two boys didn’t know what to say to each other for the rest of the ride.
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“Be ready by 5 o’clock!” David finally reminded Guillermo of the evening’s plan to visit the store. There was no way David was going to the store alone. Not after what he had seen.
“Ah, David! Here to pick up your new pair of soccer shoes? I’ve got them packed and ready right here.”
“Hold on, sir. Could you show me a pair of those in a smaller size?” David said, pointing at a pair of comfortable boots.
Always help the needy whenever you can.
The shop owner, Mr. Manning, was confused. “But the ones I packed are your exact size, Dave.”
“Not for me, for my friend here,” Dave replied.
Guillermo couldn’t believe what he had heard. He couldn’t possibly let David do that.
“No, David, I don’t need—”
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David squeezed Guillermo’s hand and blinked softly to quiet him. “I’ve got this, Guillermo. You’re always calling me your hero. Let me try and be one for you.”
Mr. Manning heard this exchange between the boys and felt a warmth of love and affection rise in his chest. He knew exactly what to do.
“Woah, this one looks great on you, friend. And it’s the absolute best we’ve got in this store.”
David was finally satisfied with the pair of boots he had bought for his friend. Guillermo’s shame had turned to overwhelm, gratitude, and pure joy over his unexpected gift.
As the boys left the store and cycled away, Mr. Manning signaled his staff. “Listen, there’s something we need to do right away…”
“David! There’s someone at the door for you! He arrived with an entire truck, actually.” David’s mother couldn’t make heads or tails of the strange visitor, either.
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David rushed to the door and found a familiar face. It was Mr. Manning, the shoe store owner. “I heard you talking to your friend at the store, Dave. I know what you did.”
David’s mother leaned in with a crease of suspicion sitting on her brow.
“I know how much you wanted those spiked sneakers, and I’ve seen you selling lemonade and delivering newspapers. And today, I saw you let all that desire go, just so you could help a friend who was in deeper need than you were.”
David lowered his head out of shyness, catching a glimpse of the proud look on his mother’s face from the corner of his eye.
“And I think this kind of kindness and friendship ought to be celebrated in this day and age. So come on! Get on the back of this truck and pick up as many pairs of shoes as you’d like. For you, your mother, and the twins… Don’t worry about the money; this is all on me.”
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David hesitated, looking to his mother for approval. As soon as she nodded, he dashed towards the truck with eyes shining in excitement.
“Hurry, we’ve still got to get to your friend’s house. There are free shoes for him and his family, too!”
What do we learn from this story?
Always help the needy whenever you can. Although David worked hard to buy new sneakers, he used the money to help Guillermo, who was wearing torn shoes.
An act of kindness can be infectious. The shoe store owner noticed David’s kindness. He was inspired by the boy’s actions and decided to help his and his friend’s family.
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WIFE’S BOLD MOVE AFTER HUSBAND DEMANDS SIXTH CHILD MAKES HIM BEG FOR FORGIVENESS ON HIS KNEES!
When my husband gave me an ultimatum that scared me, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. I taught him a big lesson about how unreasonable he was being, especially since we already had so much to be grateful for. In the end, he ended up begging me for mercy!
I never imagined I’d find myself in this situation, but here I am, at a turning point. I had to take strong action when my husband made a demand that pushed me to my limits. This demand was enough to make me take a stand.
My husband, Danny, has always been a dedicated father and a successful businessman. He works hard and provides well for our family, allowing me to be a stay-at-home mom to our five wonderful daughters.
But recently, his desire for a son to “carry on the family name” has turned into demands and even threats!
“Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he said one evening after dinner. His tone was serious and almost cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. Are you saying you want me to keep having babies until we have a son?” I asked, feeling the tension build.
“But aren’t children a blessing? Is it really that hard?” His words stung. We’ve had this argument many times before, but this time felt different—it felt like an ultimatum. We kept going in circles, with neither of us willing to back down.
Our argument heated up to the point where Danny hinted he might consider divorcing me if I didn’t agree to have a son. “Are you saying you’d leave me if I don’t give you a son?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I didn’t say THAT,” he muttered, looking away. But the implication was clear: he was willing to consider divorce if I didn’t follow his wishes. That was the end of our argument as we went our separate ways to get ready for bed.
That night, I lay awake, thinking about our conversation. How could he be so dismissive of the life we’d built together? Our daughters are amazing—each one unique and full of life. I couldn’t imagine our family any other way.
I needed him to understand what he was asking of me, and of us. So, before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, I decided on a plan to show him exactly what it would mean to raise five children alone.
The very next day, I woke up extra early while everyone was still asleep. I packed a bag and drove to my late mother’s old country house. I turned off my phone’s ringer and ignored all his calls and texts.
After making myself breakfast and a hot cup of coffee, I settled in to watch my favorite show for the day: “The Drama That Unfolds When You Leave Your Husband Alone with Five Children.” I watched everything live through the surveillance cameras we had installed at home.
Danny was in for a rude awakening! As soon as he woke up, he started getting ready for work but was quickly interrupted by the noise from the kids. “Where’s your mother? Why aren’t you all dressed and ready for breakfast?” he asked, clearly frustrated.
My kids made me proud by ignoring him and continuing to play and jump on the beds. Danny searched for me while calling my name, eventually realizing I wasn’t home. He then started calling me, and I watched the calls come through on my phone.
“What the hell, Lisa?” Danny said in frustration after missing my sixth call. He realized he couldn’t leave for work because our young daughters were alone and chaotic. The first morning was hilarious and a complete disaster!
Danny tried to make breakfast but ended up burning the toast and spilling orange juice everywhere. The kids were running wild and refusing to get dressed. He was completely overwhelmed, and I was enjoying every moment from afar!
I could hear him shouting, “Emma, stop running! Jessica, put your shoes on!” His voice was frazzled.
“Daddy, I don’t like this cereal!” Emily whined, pushing her bowl away.
“Then WHAT do you WANT?” he asked, exasperated.
“I want pancakes!” she demanded. Danny sighed and rubbed his temples.
“Fine, I’ll make pancakes.”
Little Jessica, feeling left out, added, “I want scrambled eggs and cake!”
Emma, not wanting to be left out, chimed in, “Waffles and fresh cream, please!”
If his temples were aching before, I was sure they were now throbbing! The chaos only grew throughout the day. He struggled to help them with their online school, but the kids kept getting distracted and running off.
“Jessica, focus on your math homework,” he pleaded.
“But I don’t understand it, Daddy!” she cried. He sat beside her, staring at the screen.
“Okay, let’s figure it out together.” While he was trying to help the kids, a call from work came through.
From the conversation and Danny’s profuse apologies, it was clear he’d forgotten to report himself as absent for the day! At lunchtime, he was clueless about what our kids liked to eat, so they ended up having a makeshift picnic of random snacks.
“Can we have peanut butter and jelly?” Emma asked.
“I’m not sure we have any,” he replied, searching the pantry.
“How about just jelly?” she suggested. I have to admit, while it was a bit sad seeing Danny struggle, it was absolutely hilarious and totally worth it!
The house was a complete disaster, with toys scattered everywhere, and Danny looked like he was about to lose it. “Why is there Play-Doh on the carpet?” he groaned.
“I don’t know, ask Emily,” Jessica replied. When Emily heard her name, she started listing all the reasons why she wasn’t the culprit.
“I only play with purple and blue Play-Doh. I wasn’t sitting on the carpet, I only ran a bit on it in one spot. I…” Danny cut her off, looking exasperated. “Okay, Emily! Enough, I got it! Can you PLEASE just clean it up for Daddy?”
In the evening, the girls decided to play dress-up, and Danny had no choice but to join in. They dressed him up in a tiara and feather boa, pretending he was a princess.
“Daddy, you look SO pretty!” Emily giggled.
“This is ridiculous,” Danny muttered, but he couldn’t help but smile at their happiness.
I decided it was time to head home. When I walked in, Danny rushed to me, looking more relieved than I had ever seen him!
“I am so sorry,” he said. “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore.” He held me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe!
“I realize now how much you do, and I promise to spend more time with the family,” he vowed. I was genuinely touched.
“If you truly promise to spend more time with us and help out more, we can discuss the POSSIBILITY of a sixth child,” I said.
“Daddy, will you come to my dance recital?” Emily asked one day.
“OF COURSE, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he promised. And he kept his promise! He attended every recital, every soccer game, and every school play. Our daughters thrived with his newfound attention and love.
One evening, as we watched our daughters play in the yard, Danny took my hand. “Thank you, Lisa,” he said softly. “For everything.” I squeezed his hand, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
“Thank you for understanding,” I replied.
Our journey wasn’t easy, but it brought us closer together. My husband learned to appreciate the family we have, and I found the strength to stand up for myself and our daughters. We were stronger than ever, ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way.
As we sat there, watching our daughters chase fireflies under the setting sun, I knew we had found our happily ever after.
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