Even though Christmas Eve is meant to be lovely, it frequently served as a sad reminder of love gone for me. Three years ago, I offered my coat to a homeless woman whose eyes were so familiar that they made me pause. She came back to my home this Christmas with a gray case and an unforgettable smile.
I never thought I’d see her again as I opened the door. The now-unrecognizable woman, whom I had volunteered to aid on a whim, brought not only gratitude but also an incomprehensible story.
