A modest woman in a small village hides her modest trailer from onlookers until an unforeseen health issue exposes her to generosity that changes her life forever.
“Kid, stay away from him!” Barbara ran over to her son Timothy, who was playing a game with a youngster named Harry, and her voice pierced the air. “You have no right to come play with my son here. He doesn’t hang out with weird loners like you!
“Mum!” Timothy objected. “That’s not Harry at all! I invited him to play with us because we are buddies.
“Enough already, Tim! People may be harmful, you never know. Harry’s mother lives a reclusive life, seldom allowing anybody to see her or enter their trailer. You’ve heard my warnings about this before.
“Please, mom!
Harry left the park, tears welling up in his eyes, and headed for their trailer, which was parked beneath the dry tree beside the forest.
Harry’s mother Tracy was taken aback to see him crying. What’s not right, my love? Are you in pain?
“Mom, it’s our neighbors again,” Harry stammered out. “They’re always making cruel remarks about you. I detest it.
“Oh, my dear,” Tracy gave him a hug of consolation. “When people are angry, they say things. It doesn’t imply that they detest you.
“No, Mom! They have no desire to comprehend. Mrs. Anderson suggested that I shouldn’t play with Timothy because of you being a hermit. Mom, can we just get out of here? I wish to leave this place.
Tracy found it difficult to speak. She was unable to discuss their financial difficulties or her job loss. Perhaps we
Harry discovered his mother unconscious when he got home and dialed for assistance. A neighbor named Mrs. Taylor offered to help as Tracy was taken to the hospital in an ambulance.
“My sweetheart, don’t worry. You and your mother are familiar to me. Insuring her, let’s go check on her tomorrow, Mrs. Taylor said.
Harry questioned, “Why help us when no one else does?” with gratitude but confusion.
Mrs. Taylor laughed back, saying, “Harry, don’t allow unkind people get to you. Tonight, let’s eat supper.
Harry grinned, moved by her generosity. I’m grateful, Mrs. Taylor. Harry Stevens is who I am.
The youngster replied, “Of course,” and followed Mrs. Taylor back to her house. He slept beneath her roof that night, and they had supper together. When they visited Tracy the next day at the hospital, they discovered that she had passed out from stress and tiredness. Mrs. Taylor offered to look after Harry while Tracy was in the hospital, where she was anticipated to stay for a while.
“Madam, thank you so much.” Tracy told Mrs. Taylor how much she appreciated it. “I’m glad Harry is secure. Would you please wait?
After a year,
Tracy signed copies of her best-selling book, “The Woman: Overcoming Odds,” while seated at a table. She was mobbed by adoring fans who were anxious to get her signature, dressed stylishly.
When Sarah came home from the hospital exactly a year ago, Mrs. Taylor was there to support her. Horrified by Tracy and Harry’s living circumstances, Mrs. Taylor started a fundraising campaign to support them.
Tracy changed her life after discovering her newfound strength. She wrote her best-selling novel while renting a house and working as a freelance writer. Mrs. Taylor became like family, and Harry was able to attend a better school.
Tracy’s fiancé Anderson Brown met her as she completed signing. Their love grew swiftly when they met at Harry’s school. Tracy accepted Anderson’s proposal; Anderson was a widower.
In silence, Tracy thanked them all the way home.
