Then, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, something happened that would alter the course of my life forever.
One afternoon, a plain cardboard box arrived at the shelter where I was still living. Inside was a handwritten letter. The words inside stopped me cold:
The note was from Margaret Hendley, a retired librarian who had been in hospice care.
A few days later, I received a call from her lawyer. Margaret had passed away — and in her will, she named me as the sole heir to her estate. Her home, her possessions, and a trust fund worth over five million dollars.
From Grief to Gratitude
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