A heartless landlord gives a woman who falls short on her rent notice. But when he goes to his sister’s house for a family dinner, he is shocked to find her there.
Life is hard, and it becomes even harder if the hearts that surround us are made of stone. Diane Salinger knew about life. At sixty-two, she’d seen a lot more dark days than sunny and cried a lot of tears.
But Diane wasn’t the kind of woman to give up. Every time life knocked her down, she bounced back up again, ready to fight again. She had lost her husband three years before, then a tornado razed her home. But she just picked up the stakes and started over again.
Even when Diane explained why she was short on the rent, Chris showed no sympathy. | Source: Shutterstock.com
She took her savings and bought herself a small grocery store in a pretty mid-sized town in Michigan. It was perfect for her. A big enough town that would appreciate a few of the exotic items she intended to carry, small enough to be cozy and warm.
Cozy and warm might describe the community in general, but not Diane’s landlord, Chris Turkle. It was from Chris that Diane rented her small apartment within walking distance of the store.
When the going gets tough it’s important to be there for each other.
As far as it went, Diane was the perfect tenant. She was quiet, didn’t damage the property, and always paid her rent on time. And then one month, she was short.
Chris fanned out the money he’d taken from the envelope in front of Diane and waved it in her face. “$120 short, Mrs.Salinger.”
Diane’s house was destroyed by a tornado. | Source: Unsplash
Diane blushed. “As I was explaining, Mr. Turkle, since so many of the small businesses have been struggling during Covid… Well, I extended credit to some needy families…And this month, I’m a little short. But you know I’m good for it! I will pay you the $120 in two weeks…”
“If you’re willing to go under playing Mother Teresa, that’s YOUR problem,” Chris snapped. “I, Mrs.Salinger, am a businessman, not a charity! I want you out by the end of the week!”
“But Mr. Turkle…” Diane protested. “It’s only for a week, and it won’t happen again!”
Diane opened a lovely little grocery store. | Source: Unsplash
“It happened once, and it’s enough for me, Mrs.Salinger. You’re OUT.” Chris said coldly, and he turned his back and walked out. He felt quite justified. He’d seen Diane’s grocery store, and it did brisk business.
There were always people trooping in and out with heavy shopping bags full of delicious-looking produce, and her deli section, he’d heard, was extremely popular. “Short on cash indeed!” he snorted to himself. “Taking advantage is what it is!”
Chris went home and got himself ready to go to dinner at his baby sister’s house. Vanessa was his favorite sister, and he often worried about her. She had married and divorced a man who seemed to be constantly unemployed, and Vanessa worked two jobs to make ends meet.
He’d offered to give her 16-year-old son a weekend job, but Vanessa always refused, blushing. “It’s okay, Chris,” she’d say. “I’ll make do!” But Chris had seen the dark shadows under her eyes and how thin her face was getting.
One month, Diane was short on her rent. | Source: Unsplash
It was his nephew’s birthday, so Chris tucked a $20 note into an envelope and put it in his jacket pocket. Then he headed for the door and walked the three blocks to Vanessa’s house.
He knocked on the door, and Vanessa welcomed him with a happy smile. She looked more relaxed and a lot happier. Whatever she was cooking for dinner smelled delicious, and his mouth watered.
“Hey there!” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “Where’s the birthday boy?”
“Playing video games with Diane!” Vanessa smiled. “Come on in!” Vanessa walked to the stairs and shouted: “Joss, Diane, come on down! It’s dinner time!”
“I want you out by the end of the week!” | Source: Unsplash
To Chris’ chagrin, in walked Mrs.Salinger, the tenant he’d just booted out of his property, and she seemed to be on great terms with his nephew and his sister! Diane was just as stunned to see Chris, but she was admirably cool.
“Hello,” she smiled. “Nice to see you. I didn’t know you were Vanessa’s brother…”
Chris blushed and cleared his throat. “Ehr…Yes, my younger sister…you know…”
“Come on, everyone,” cried Vanessa. “The roast will get cold!”
Chis was shocked to see Diana at his sister’s house. | Source: Pexels
“Roast!” cried Joss. “That’s my favorite…But mom, I know you only get paid next week! How can we afford this?”
Diane smiled at Joss and patted his hand. “Don’t you worry about that,” she said. “Your mom’s credit is good with me. That smells AMAZING, and I’m starving!”
In a low voice, Chris leaned in and asked, “Is Vanessa the person you’re helping?”
Diane smiled. “She’s one of them,” she replied. “Maybe she didn’t tell you, but one of her jobs fell through, so I’m just helping out until she’s back on her feet.”
Chris felt a wave of shame color his cheeks. “I’m so sorry about…you know… But why doesn’t Vanessa come to me?”
Dinner was a wonderful roast from Diane’s store. | Source: Unsplash
Diane said gently, “You know, we all have our pride. Vanessa wants to stand on her own two feet and raise her boy. Help from a friend is one thing — being a poor relation asking for charity is another.”
Chris whispered, “I tell you what, from now on, you have the apartment at half-price — call it an investment in the town’s well-being and my sister’s!”
By the end of the evening, Chris had discovered that Diane was a very lovely and funny woman and that he enjoyed her company immensely. That night, his perception of his community shifted. He was going to follow Diane’s example. He was going to give a helping hand.
After that dinner, Chris started helping the community. | Source: Unsplash
What can we learn from this story?
- When the going gets tough, it’s important to be there for each other. Diane was quietly helping the poorer people in town by selling them food on credit she knew they could never repay.
- Being able to admit you’re wrong and change your ways is an extraordinary thing. Chris not only realized he was wrong about Diane, but he also started to help those who were struggling.
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These Deadly Insects Attack Victims At Night, Killing Them Quietly Or Leaving Them With A Lifelong Infection
Emiliana Rodriguez’s childhood memories are a blend of joy and sorrow, intertwined with the haunting specter of a silent killer lurking in the darkness. Growing up in Bolivia, she vividly remembers evenings spent watching her friends play soccer under the moonlit sky. But one fateful night, the game was abruptly halted by the tragic passing of a player, a victim of the insidious disease known as Chagas.
For Rodriguez, the incident cast a long shadow of fear over the night. In the folklore of her upbringing, Chagas was depicted as a monstrous presence that emerged under the cover of darkness, claiming lives without warning. This narrative became all too real when she learned that her friend had succumbed to this silent and silenced disease, one of the thousands who perish annually from its grasp.
Now, at 42 years old and living in Barcelona for over two decades, Rodriguez still grapples with the specter of Chagas that haunts her past. “The terror would grip me at night”, she confides. “There were times when sleep eluded me, fearing that I might never wake up again.”
Her own confrontation with the disease came to light eight years ago, during her first pregnancy. The revelation of her status as a carrier sent shockwaves through her, evoking memories of her childhood trauma. “I felt paralyzed with fear”, she recalls. “The thought of what might happen to my unborn child kept me awake at night.”
Yet, despite the looming threat, Rodriguez embarked on a journey of treatment to safeguard her child from the same fate. Thanks to medical intervention, her daughter emerged unscathed, spared from the clutches of the silent killer that had haunted her family’s history.
Rodriguez’s story is not unique. Across the globe, individuals like Elvira Idalia Hernández Cuevas of Mexico find themselves thrust into the unfamiliar terrain of Chagas disease. For Idalia, the journey began with a routine act of altruism, donating blood. Little did she know that this act would expose her to a hidden danger lurking within her own community.
“When I first heard the diagnosis, I was terrified”, Idalia recounts. “I had never even heard of Chagas before, let alone imagined that I could be its victim.”
Her experience echoes a broader reality, one where awareness of Chagas remains dangerously low, even in regions where the disease exacts its heaviest toll. Originating in the Americas, Chagas has since spread its reach to other continents, ensnaring millions in its silent grip.
In the face of this silent epidemic, efforts to combat Chagas are hindered by a lack of awareness and resources. Outdated treatments offer little solace to those afflicted, with medications often proving toxic and ineffective, particularly for newborns.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there are glimmers of hope. Champions like Emiliana Rodriguez and Elvira Idalia Hernández Cuevas are raising their voices to break the silence surrounding Chagas. Through advocacy and awareness campaigns, they seek to shine a light on this neglected disease, urging communities to confront the monster lurking in their midst.
As the world grapples with the challenge of eradicating Chagas by 2030, the road ahead remains daunting. But with each voice raised in solidarity, the hope for a future free from the shackles of Chagas grows stronger.
In the battle against this silent killer, knowledge is our most potent weapon. By arming ourselves with awareness and understanding, we can confront Chagas head-on, ensuring that no more lives are claimed by the darkness.
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