The Stranger in the Storm: How One Act of Kindness Saved My Family

Just after nine o’clock, a knock echoed through the storm. Then another — louder, more urgent.

“Stay here,” I told the children, grabbing the candle as I walked toward the door.

When I opened it, a blast of wind nearly blew out the flame. On the porch stood an older man, soaked through and shivering. His hat dripped rainwater, and his voice trembled when he spoke.

“Sorry to trouble you, ma’am,” he said. “Could I please come in until the rain lets up?”

Something about his eyes — tired but kind — made me step aside. “Come in,” I said softly.

He entered slowly, leaning on his cane. I gave him a towel and helped him toward the small fire in our living room.

“You can rest here tonight,” I said. “It’s not much, but it’s warm.”

The man nodded gratefully. “You’re the first person to open the door for me tonight.”