Poor Boy Pays for Old Lady’s Groceries, His Granny Gets $230k to Pay for Treatment Days Later – Story of the Day

Mary realized she had forgotten her wallet while trying to pay for some groceries, but a kind boy, Mark, paid for her things. Sometime later, Mary and her daughter learned that Mark’s grandmother needed expensive surgery, so they decided to act, shocking the poor kid.

“Oh, geez. I must have forgotten my wallet in John’s car. I’m so sorry. I’ll have to come back for these things later,” Mary said to the cashier, who started picking up the items and putting them back. Meanwhile, Mary closed her purse, prepared to walk away when the boy behind her in line spoke up.

“Wait, ma’am. You don’t have many things anyway. I’ll pay for them,” he said. He couldn’t be older than 12, and Mary noticed that he didn’t look particularly well-off.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“Oh, no. I couldn’t put you out like that,” Mary countered.

“I insist, ma’am. Sometimes, we have to do good things, and karma will reward us later, right? That’s what my grandmother says all the time,” the boy said, placing his few things on the belt and paying for everything that Mary had picked out. Luckily, it was only a few essentials.

Mary’s daughter, Anastacia, was sick with the flu. She needed someone to watch the kids because her husband was in Europe on a business trip, so Mary decided to go to Santa Ana from San Diego, California. But her friend, John, had driven her up, and it seems she left her wallet in his car.

Once they got their groceries ready, Mary and the kid went outside. “Hey, I’m Mary Cummings. What’s your name?” she said conversationally.

“I’m Mark.”

“Thank you so much for what you did, Mark. It saved me a trip to the store. Listen, how about you give me your phone number so I can pay you back as soon as I get my wallet,” Mary suggested, and the kid wrote down his number on the receipt.

“Here, but don’t worry about it. There’s no rush. I live nearby anyway,” Mark said offhandedly.

“Although I also believe in paying it forward like you and your grandma, we have to pay off our debts,” Mary added, and they said goodbye.

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She got home and told Anastacia about leaving her wallet in John’s car and the kid at the store who paid for her things. Mary only went there to buy a few things for chicken noodle soup, so it wasn’t anything important. “Still, it was nice to see a young man being so kind,” Mary finished her story while storing things and getting ready to make the soup.

“I agree. Although kids today are all so progressive, some of them can be pretty self-centered,” Anastacia.

“I don’t think this kid comes from a rich family, though. Maybe that’s why he’s so nice. But anyway, I’m worried that he might need that money urgently,” the older woman continued. Luckily, she called John, who agreed to come up to Santa Ana the following day and return her wallet.

***

Mary and Anastacia rang the bell at the address Mark had given them. Earlier, John came up, gave Mary her wallet, and Mary called the kid to return the money. He told her where he lived, and now they were right in front of his home.

The house was small and old. But it looked clean, and the garden was maintained. It was clear that these people didn’t have a lot of money, but they took pride in keeping it pretty. Mark answered the door.

“Hello, Mrs. Cummings,” Mark said upon opening the front door.

“Hey, Mark! This is my daughter, Anastacia. Here’s your money. Again, thank you so much for everything,” Mary told him with a kind smile.

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“Thank you. You didn’t have to hurry,” the boy replied and looked behind him for a second. “Listen, I would invite you in, but I’m not supposed to have anyone over. My grandma would be mad.”

“Oh, where is she? Maybe, we can come later to meet her. Does she like pecan pie? Because we’re going to the bakery right now,” Anastacia added happily.

“Well, she’s actually at the hospital and won’t get out for a while,” Mark explained with a frown. Mary and Anastacia wanted to know more, so he continued. “She needs a huge surgery, and I started a GoFundMe, but I’ve been trying to promote it. It’s not that popular. For now, the hospital has understood, and they are keeping her in observation while I raise the money.”

“Oh, sweetie. You shouldn’t have to do that on your own,” Anastacia said, concerned.

“We don’t have anyone else. It’s only us,” Mark shrugged. Mary and Anastacia looked at each other and came to a wordless decision.

“Give me the link to the GoFundMe, and your grandmother’s name. Also, come with us to the bakery. We’ll go visit her and see if the doctor lets her eat some pie,” Mary offered, although it was more of a demand.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“We have to,” Anastacia insisted, and Mark went with them.

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After buying some pies, they went to the hospital to meet Mark’s grandmother, Mrs. Julie Strada. They talked to her for a while, and Mark decided to stay with her that night, so Mary and Anastacia left.

When they got home, Anastacia shared the GoFundMe link with anyone she could think of, and she also donated a few hundred dollars. But Mary felt so hopeless. “They need so much money for this surgery. I don’t know if sharing the link is enough,” she breathed sadly.

“Let’s think,” Anastacia said, looking at her computer. “How about we share the story of the boy? I mean how he helped you, although they need the money so much. I mean, he couldn’t know you were going to pay it back. Maybe it could go viral? Let’s try Reddit.”

“That’s a one-in-a-million thing, Anastacia,” Mary replied skeptically.

“We’ll see,” the younger woman said with a smile and started writing everything that happened on Reddit. She posted it on several subreddits and her Twitter.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

At first, there were only a few commenters, but thousands of people had read the story and donated to the cause after a few days. They still needed a lot more donations to reach the goal of $230,000, which was the cost of Mrs. Strada’s entire treatment.

But surprisingly, a famous new outlet picked up the story, shared it, and even interviewed Mary and Mark for their article. The GoFundMe project reached way beyond their goal, and they were ecstatic. Mark couldn’t believe it. He had only paid around $20 for what Mrs. Cummings needed at the store, and she somehow found a way to pay it back and more.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Helping others can change your life. Mark helped an older woman at the store, not knowing how hard she would work to pay him back for his gesture.
  • There are still good people around the world. Tons of viral stories have gotten people enough donations to pay for their family members and even their pets’ treatments, which proves how good people can be.

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Boy Saves Millionaire’s Granddaughter and Takes Her Home – What He Discovers in Their Mansion Leaves Him Numb

A heroic act by a young boy transformed a routine day into an unforgettable adventure. Little did he know, the life he saved belonged to a millionaire’s granddaughter, leading him to an astonishing discovery.

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A close up of a young boy | Source: Pexels

Jackson was walking down the street, focused on typing a text message. Suddenly, he was distracted by a chaotic scene unfolding ahead. A little girl on a scooter sped past him, heading straight for a busy intersection. She didn’t notice the red traffic light.

Without thinking, Jackson lunged forward and grabbed the edge of her dress. The girl shrieked but didn’t lose her balance. A moment later, the scooter crashed under the wheels of a speeding car. The girl, now safely in Jackson’s arms, trembled but was unharmed.

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A vintage scooter on the street | Source: Pexels

The girl’s house was just a few blocks away. As they approached, Jackson noticed it was a grand mansion, surrounded by a lush park and an elaborate playground. He wondered how a child from such a place ended up on the street alone.

“Wow…” was all Jackson could manage.

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A white concrete mansion with green plants | Source: Pexels

Inside the mansion, they were led to a vast hall adorned with fine art and luxurious decor. But Jackson’s attention was caught by a colored portrait with a black frame. It was a portrait of him!

“What the…?” Jackson’s voice trailed off.

Before he could process this surreal scene, a man’s voice interrupted the silence. “I see you’ve found your way home, Jackson.”

Jackson turned to see an elderly man. The girl ran towards the man and embraced him.

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A young girl hugging her grandfather from behind | Source: Pexels

Jackson explained that he had saved her from danger. The man smiled warmly and introduced himself as Phillip Edwards, revealing that this was his home. Still processing everything, Jackson asked why a photo of him was hanging on their wall.

Phillip sighed, “Jackson, there’s something you need to know. You’re my grandson.”

Jackson’s eyes widened in shock. “What? How is that possible?”

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A young boy with light hitting his face | Source: Pexels

Phillip continued, his voice filled with emotion, “I have been keeping an eye on you for years. Your reaction now shows how little you knew about this. Your mother ran away from home because I was forcing her to marry a man from another rich family. She was pregnant with her first love’s child at the time and didn’t tell us.”

Jackson felt his knees weaken. “She never told me any of this.”

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A teenager sitting on a couch while looking down | Source: Pexels

“She cut ties with everyone,” Phillip said, his eyes moistening. “I had her followed and discovered she was expecting. I tried to contact her, but she wanted nothing to do with us. She decided to live a normal life and became a teacher.”

Jackson was at a loss for words, his mind racing with this new revelation. “So, all this time, you knew about me?”

Phillip nodded. “Yes, and I’m so sorry for everything. I wanted to make things right but didn’t know how to approach you.”

Jackson looked around the grand mansion, trying to process everything. “This is overwhelming. I don’t know what to say.”

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A pensive teen looking up | Source: Pexels

Phillip placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Take your time, Jackson. We have all the time in the world to figure this out together.”

The conversation left Jackson reeling, but he knew one thing for certain—his life had just changed forever.

Jackson returned home that day, his mind swirling with the revelations. He feared bringing up the subject with his mother. He understood why she left home and didn’t want to upset her.

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A teenage boy crouching on footpath | Source: Pexels

Days passed, and Jackson continued to visit the mansion, thanks to his grandfather, who told him he could stop by anytime. He got to know more about his younger cousin, Layla, and his aunts and uncles. Yet, it bothered him that his mother had no idea he had discovered his other family.

Jackson often reflected on his own life during these visits. He had grown up an only child, and his mother raised him single-handedly while on the run. She had always been his rock, providing for him and nurturing him with unwavering love and strength.

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A young boy with his mother | Source: Pexels

He thought about the sacrifices his mother made to give him a normal life. She worked tirelessly as a teacher, ensuring he had everything he needed.

Her determination and resilience had always inspired him. Knowing now that she had cut ties with her family to protect him and her love, Jackson felt a deep sense of gratitude and admiration for her.

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A young boy embracing his mother | Source: Pexels

However, the discovery of his extended family brought him mixed emotions. He enjoyed spending time with Layla, laughing and playing in the mansion’s playground. He found solace in the company of his aunts and uncles, who welcomed him with open arms. But there was a lingering unease in his heart.

He wondered if his mother missed her family. Did she ever think about them? Did she regret her decision to leave? These questions weighed heavily on Jackson’s mind. He wanted to share his newfound connections with his mother, but he feared reopening old wounds.

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A woman looking at her son | Source: Pexels

His grandfather, Phillip, became a guiding presence in his life. They spent hours talking, with Phillip sharing stories about Jackson’s mother and their family history. Jackson learned about the family’s legacy, their successes, and the challenges they faced.

He appreciated the bond forming between him and his grandfather, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of betraying his mother’s trust. As he reflected on his life, he realized how much he had missed by not knowing his extended family.

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A grandfather hiking with his grandson | Source: Pexels

The laughter, the stories, the sense of belonging—these were things he had always yearned for but never knew he could have. He felt torn between his loyalty to his mother and his desire to embrace this new chapter of his life.

Jackson knew he had to tread carefully. He needed to find a way to bridge the gap between his two worlds without causing his mother pain.

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A woman comforting his son by placing her hand on his head | Source: Pexels

The journey ahead was uncertain, but he was determined to navigate it with compassion and understanding, honoring both his mother’s sacrifices and his newfound family connections.

Finally, one day, Jackson gathered the courage to tell his mother about his discovery. As they were sitting in their cozy living room looking through magazines, he took a deep breath.

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A woman and her son sitting on a couch and looking at magazines | Source: Pexels

“Mom, I need to tell you something,” Jackson began, his voice trembling slightly. “I accidentally met your family.”

His mother’s eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned forward. “What do you mean, Jackson?”

He recounted the events of that fateful day, from saving the little girl to meeting Phillip Edwards and learning about his extended family. His mother listened quietly, her expression a mix of shock and sadness.

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A mother sitting while her young boy stands behind her | Source: Pexels

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jackson asked softly. “Why did you keep this a secret?”

Tears welled up in his mother’s eyes. “I left because I had to, Jackson. I chose love over wealth. Your father was my first love, and when I found out I was pregnant with you, I knew I couldn’t stay. They wanted me to marry someone else, someone rich.”

She paused, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I don’t regret my decision. Your father was a good man. He loved us, and I wouldn’t change anything about my past, even though he passed away. We had a wonderful life, and you were worth every sacrifice.”

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A mother having a conversation with her son | Source: Pexels

Jackson reached out and held her hand. “I understand, Mom. I just wanted you to know that I’ve met them. Grandpa Phillip, Layla, and everyone… They’re not what I expected. They welcomed me with open arms.”

She squeezed his hand, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you’ve found them, Jackson. But remember, we built our own family, too. You are my greatest achievement, and I am so proud of you.”

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Mother and son embracing | Source: Pexels

Jackson felt a sense of relief wash over him. “I love you, Mom. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Jackson,” she replied, pulling him into a hug. “We’ll figure this out together, one step at a time.”

Jackson felt a new sense of hope. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but with his mother’s support, he knew he could navigate it with love and understanding.

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A mother resting her head on her son’s shoulder | Source: Pexels

Relieved, Jackson went back to his grandfather and told him that his mother knew they had found each other. “Grandpa, she knows. We talked about everything.”

Phillip nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. “How did she take it?”

“She was surprised, but she understands. She explained why she left and said she has no regrets about her choice,” Jackson replied.

Phillip’s eyes softened. “I’m glad she understands. I always hoped she would come back one day.”

“Will you reach out to her?” Jackson asked, hopeful.

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A grandfather and his grandson looking at each other | Source: Pexels

Phillip shook his head gently. “No, Jackson. Your mother should be the one to make the first step. It has to be her decision. We can’t force it on her.”

Jackson nodded, understanding the wisdom in his grandfather’s words. “I see. I just hope that one day she’ll be ready.”

“Me too, son,” Phillip said, placing a comforting hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “Me too.”

With that, Jackson felt a deeper sense of peace. He knew the path ahead was still uncertain, but he had faith that with patience and understanding, his family could heal and grow closer in time.

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Grandfather and grandson walking in a garden | Source: Pexels

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