When my parents lost their home, I asked my husband Adrian if they could stay in one of his rentals. He refused, yelling they had to figure it out themselves. Heartbroken, I secretly rented them a small apartment with my savings.
Two weeks later, Adrian’s biggest rental flooded, costing him $90,000. Then my dad, working part-time at a hardware store, saved a man who turned out to be a local developer Adrian had been trying to meet. Impressed by my dad’s integrity, he called Adrian for a partnership. The deal went through, restoring his reputation and income.
Adrian apologized to my parents, offered to cover their rent, and began changing—mentoring young investors, donating homes, and joining me in visiting my parents. Our marriage grew stronger, full of laughter and respect.
Sometimes people only change when humbled. My dad never helped expecting anything in return—but that kindness came back in ways none of us could have imagined.
Love multiplies when you give it.
