I Gave My Jacket to a Homeless Woman on Thanksgiving – 2 Years Later, She Showed Up at My Door with a Black Backpack and an Unforgettable Smile

I hadn’t forgotten her. I had just tucked the memory into quiet corners of my heart. Then, one Thanksgiving afternoon, the doorbell rang.

Sarah and her husband were arguing over board games and cocoa when I opened the door.

It was her. Healthier, hair brushed, cheeks flushed from the cold. She held a small black backpack to her chest.

“I hoped you still lived here,” she said softly.

I stepped aside. She placed the backpack in my hands. Inside, folded neatly, was my brown jacket. On top sat a small wooden box.

I opened it. A gold-faced wristwatch rested inside, along with a folded check: $20,000.

“I can’t take this,” I stammered. “I don’t even know you.”

“My name is Charlotte,” she said gently. “And you saved my life.”

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