One evening, my pregnant neighbor appeared on our porch, tear-streaked and desperate. Her fiancé had abandoned her that afternoon, leaving her alone and scared. While my husband dismissed her as a “drama queen,” I stayed, comforted her, and pressed $200 into her hand—money I could barely spare.
A month later, she returned—confident, radiant, and financially secure. She handed back the $200 and gave me a stunning necklace as a thank-you, explaining that my kindness had saved her sense of self when she felt worthless.
Watching her, I realized how little my husband understood compassion and respect. That night, for the first time, I truly saw him—and thought about how much more I deserved.