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I went through a very hard time several years ago, when my daughters were nine and six years old. Though I had just divorced and had very little money, I managed to get a job in a nursing home as an aide(护工) for the elderly and moved in with a “friend” to share living expenses.

But one day, when I came home with my daughters after work, I found the whole house empty. And later, I found that my “friend” had run away with the half of the rent I had paid her the day before and the deposit(押金) of $300.As a result, I had to leave the house, because I had only about $11 left, and payday was three days away—I was unable to pay the rent, and I didn't know anyone to turn to. I slept in the car in a park nearby with my daughters for the night, and called the manager of the nursing home the next morning, hoping that she could pay me early. Fortunately, she agreed.

Then I bought something for my daughters for breakfast, and when we sat down at a table in the park, an old man—dirty, needing a shave, and smelly—sort of a beggar, handed me all the money in his pocket, saying that he was sorry to overhear my story and that he wanted to be of some help. I started crying, and I folded his hand back over the money, hugged him as tightly as I could and told him we were going to be just fine.

I will never forget that day, when God showed me what true generosity meant and when he showed me love from the most unexpected place, in the most unlikely way. On that day I saw the face of an angel, and the way I viewed others changed forever.