It was raining heavily outside. I was coming home from work when I noticed a poor woman. She was sitting on the sidewalk, hugging herself. I felt very sorry for her and decided to approach her.
‘Come to my place,’ I said. ‘I have a garage. It’s warm there. There’s a bathroom and a bed.’
The woman looked at me strangely.
‘In the garage?’ she asked.
‘It’s not as bad as it sounds,’ I quickly added. ‘Just temporarily. Until you find something.’
The woman agreed. I set her up on an old folding bed. I brought her a blanket, food, and a spare kettle. Before leaving, I locked the door to the main house, not out of fear, but more out of habit.
The next day, I told my girlfriend about it. She wasn’t thrilled. ‘You’re too trusting,’ she said.
When I came home the next evening and opened the garage door, I was simply shocked by what I saw. A stranger I had taken in… The rest of the story is in the article below the photo 👇👇
I let a homeless woman live in my garage: the next day, I opened the garage door and was shocked.
Instead of a dark, dusty storage room, I found myself in front of a real home. The old furniture was arranged, the floor was cleaned, and a knitted bedspread was laid on the bed.
There was a bouquet of dried herbs hanging on the wall, as if it came from a country house. The air smelled of mint and lavender. And in the corner, there was a candle and some old photos. In those photos, I noticed my guest: young, with children, with a man in uniform, with laughter in her eyes.
I let a homeless woman live in my garage: the next day, I opened the garage door and was shocked.
I didn’t know what to say. I felt a mix of surprise, gratitude, and… a strange feeling of warmth.
‘Sorry if I did too much,’ she said, stepping out from behind the old furniture with a cup in her hands. ‘It’s just that… I don’t like chaos.’ Even if it’s not mine.
‘You… you did all this in one day?
It was boring,” she smiled. “And you gave me shelter. I wanted to return the favor in my own way.
I let a homeless woman live in my garage: the next day, I opened the garage door and was shocked.
I sat down in a chair. I stayed silent. And then I realized: I hadn’t felt at home in this house until she arrived. And until I put things in order – not so much externally, but spiritually.
