Twenty years ago, I was an ordinary person trying to sleep through a violent storm. Rain battered the windows, thunder shook the walls, and just as I was making tea, a hesitant knock came at my door. When I opened it, a soaked stranger stood there, trembling, exhausted, and barely able to speak. He asked for help, and without hesitation, I let him in.
I wrapped him in towels, found dry clothes, warmed soup, and offered tea. He introduced himself as James, quiet but deeply grateful. He rested on my couch as the storm raged on outside. By morning, the rain had stopped and the world felt calm again. As he prepared to leave, he turned back and said, “One day, I’ll repay your kindness.” I smiled and told him he didn’t owe me anything. I truly believed I would never see him again.
