On that frigid January morning, my life changed forever. I was on my way to work, bracing myself for another cold and monotonous day. As I walked towards my car, something caught my eye at the edge of my driveway.
At first, I thought it was just a pile of trash, but as I got closer, I realized it was a person lying motionless in the snow. My heart quickened with worry and I called out to see if they were okay. But there was no response.
My neighbor, Mr. Lewis, approached with his dog and advised me to leave the person alone, assuming they were just a drunk or a vagrant. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that it could also be someone in need of help. I couldn’t just walk away.
Ignoring Mr. Lewis’ warnings, I approached the figure and discovered it was an elderly woman, barely protected by a thin coat. She was in bad shape, and I could tell she needed urgent medical attention.
Panicked, I called 911 and waited anxiously for the paramedics to arrive. As they took the woman to the hospital, Mr. Lewis reappeared and scolded me for getting involved. But I couldn’t help but wonder, what happened to basic humanity?
As I tried to shake off the encounter, I found a note in the woman’s coat pocket. It was addressed to me and contained some unexpected news. It stated that my real grandmother had left me $500,000 and urged me to come to a specific address.
I was stunned. Growing up, I had always believed my grandmother had passed away before I was born. I couldn’t wrap my head around this sudden revelation. Was it a cruel joke or a scam?
Despite my doubts, I decided to visit the hospital that evening. I found the elderly woman awake and surprisingly, she knew who I was. She revealed that she was my grandmother, my real grandmother.