Despite being a struggling single mom, I had to help the elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would lead to a mysterious luxury SUV at my door — or heal my broken heart.
I pulled my threadbare coat tighter around me as I trudged home through the thickest snow I’d seen in years. I was bone-tired from scrubbing floors in the Grayson mansion, but I was almost home.
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But I couldn’t complain. My job was hard, but the Graysons were kind enough for rich folk. Besides, I had five hungry mouths waiting for me at home.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pristine snow, and I couldn’t help but think of my late husband, Jason. He would’ve loved this kind of night and probably would’ve dragged the kids out for an impromptu snowball fight.
God, I missed him. Three years felt like forever and yesterday all at once.
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I almost didn’t see the woman huddled on a bench, shivering in the darkness.
My first instinct was to hurry past. We barely had enough for ourselves, and the roof had started leaking again last week. But something made me stop.
“Ma’am?” I called out, taking a tentative step closer. “Are you alright?”
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She looked up, and my heart clenched. Her face was weathered but elegant, with clear blue eyes that reminded me of my grandmother’s. She tried to smile, but her lips trembled from the cold.
“Oh, I’m fine, dear,” she said, her voice cultured but weak. “Just resting a moment.”
I glanced at my watch. It was 8 p.m. on Christmas Eve. No one “rests” on a bench in this weather at this hour unless something’s wrong.
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“Do you have somewhere to go?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She hesitated, pride warring with desperation in her expression. “I… I’ll manage.”
The Jason-voice in my head spoke up: No one should be alone on Christmas Eve, Katie-girl.
I sighed, knowing I was probably crazy but unable to walk away.
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“Look, I don’t have much, but I’ve got a warm house and some soup on the stove. Why don’t you come home with me?”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly—”
“I insist,” I said, offering my hand. “I’m Kate, by the way.”
“Margaret,” she replied softly, taking my hand after a long moment. “You’re very kind.”
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The walk home was slow, but Margaret grew steadier with each step. As we approached my little house, I saw the lights on and the familiar sight of Emma watching for me at the window.
“Mom!” Tommy, my youngest, flung open the door before we reached it. His eyes widened at the sight of Margaret. “Who’s that?”
“This is Margaret,” I said, helping her up the creaky steps. “She’s going to stay with us tonight.”
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My other kids, Sarah, Michael, Emma, and Lisa, appeared in the doorway. They stared at Margaret with undisguised curiosity.
“Kids, help Margaret get settled while I warm up some soup,” I called out, heading to the kitchen.
To my surprise, they sprang into action. Sarah grabbed our best blanket (which wasn’t saying much), while Michael pulled out a chair.
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Emma and Lisa started showing Margaret our tiny Christmas tree, decorated with paper ornaments they’d made at school.
“Look at the angel!” Lisa exclaimed. “I made it myself!”
“It’s beautiful,” Margaret said, her voice warming. “Did you make all these decorations?”
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As the kids chattered away, I ladled out soup into our mismatched bowls. The house was shabby, but at least it was warm. Well, mostly warm. I’d stuffed old towels under the doors to block the drafts.
Later, after the kids were in bed, Margaret and I sat at the kitchen table with cups of tea.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I… I never expected…”
“No one should be alone on Christmas,” I said simply.
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The next morning, I caught my supervisor, Denise, in the kitchen during our break. She was arranging flowers in a crystal vase, her gray hair neatly pinned back as always.
“Denise, can I talk to you about something?” I fidgeted with my apron strings.
She turned, warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course, honey. What’s troubling you?”
“I… well, I took someone in last night. An elderly woman who was out in the cold.”
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Denise set down her flowers. “On Christmas Eve? Oh, Kate…”
“I know it sounds crazy—”
“Not crazy. Kind.” She squeezed my arm. “Lord knows we need more of that in this world. How are the kids taking it?”
“They’ve practically adopted her already. But…” I hesitated. “With money being so tight…”
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“Don’t you worry about that.” Denise patted my hand. “I’ve got some leftover ham from our Christmas dinner. I’ll pop home during my break to fetch it so you take it home to those babies.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t—”
“You absolutely could, and will.” She fixed me with her no-nonsense stare. “That’s what community is for.”
“Excuse me, you did what, Kate?” Janine’s sharp voice cut in.
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She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Honey, you can barely feed your soccer team of kids as it is. What were you thinking?”
Her words stung because they echoed my doubts.
“Shame on you, Janine!” Denise cut in. “All acts of kindness make the world a better place and…” Denise winked at me. “Life has a way of repaying people who go out of their way to help others.”
Janine rolled her eyes, and I almost did the same. I never imagined then that my simple act of kindness would change my world.
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Three days later, a sleek SUV festooned with Christmas decorations pulled up outside my house just as I was leaving for work. I was still staring at it in shock and confusion when a tall man in an expensive suit jumped out, his face tight with emotion.
“Are you Kate?” he demanded.
I nodded, pushing down my sudden anxiety as a fierce frown appeared on his face.
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“I’m Robert. Margaret is my mother.” His voice softened. “I’ve been searching for her since Christmas Eve.”
I stood frozen on my front steps as he ran a hand through his dark hair, clearly agitated. “Please, I need to know if she’s alright.”
“She’s fine,” I assured him. “She’s inside with my youngest, probably doing puzzles. They’ve become quite the team.”
Relief flooded his face, followed quickly by anguish.
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“I should never have left her with Claire. God, what was I thinking?” He paced in the snow. “I was overseas for business and my sister Claire was supposed to care for Mom. But when I got back…”
His voice cracked. “I found Claire throwing a party in Mom’s house. The place was trashed, and when I asked where Mom was, Claire just shrugged and said she’d ‘moved out.’ Moved out of her own damn house! Yeah right. My leech of a sister clearly kicked her out.”
“That’s terrible,” I whispered.
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“I’ve been searching everywhere. I finally went to ask Mr. Grayson for help — he was a friend of my father’s. A member of his staff overheard us and mentioned you.” He looked at me intently. “You saved her life, you know.”
I shook my head. “Anyone would have—”
“But they didn’t. You did.” He pulled out a set of keys and gestured to the decorated car. “This SUV… it’s yours now.”
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“What? No, I couldn’t possibly—”
“Please.” He stepped closer, and I noticed his eyes were a warm hazel. “When everyone else walked past, you stopped. Let me repay you.”
He gently took my hands and tucked the keys into my palm. I thought of Denise’s words about kindness being repaid, and wrapped my fingers around the keys, accepting the gift despite my doubts.
I thought that would be the last I saw of Robert and Margaret, but I was wrong.
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Over the next few weeks, Robert became a fixture in our lives. He’d stop by with workers to fix various parts of the house, always staying to chat.
I tried to stop him, but he insisted on helping. I learned to accept it as I got to know him better and realized how much he valued family. He didn’t see us as a charity case like I first thought; he was genuinely grateful to us.
“Mom!” Sarah called one evening. “Mr. Robert brought pizza!”
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“And books!” Lisa added excitedly.
I found him in our newly repaired kitchen, looking slightly sheepish. “I hope you don’t mind. The kids mentioned they were studying ancient Egypt…”
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.” His smile was gentle. “Besides, Tommy promised to teach me his secret handshake.”
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As winter melted into spring, I found myself watching the clock on days I knew he’d visit. We’d sit on the porch after the kids were in bed, talking about everything — his work, my dreams for the kids, shared memories of loss and hope.
“Jason would have loved this,” I said one evening, gesturing at our transformed home. “He always had such plans…”
Robert was quiet for a moment. “Tell me about him?”
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So I did, surprised to find I could talk about Jason without that sharp pain in my chest. Robert listened in a way that made me feel heard.
Weeks became months. Margaret also visited regularly and the kids thrived under the attention of their new grandmother figure and Robert’s steady presence.
“He likes you, you know,” Sarah said one day, wise beyond her thirteen years.
“Sarah—”
“Mom, it’s okay to be happy again. Dad would want that.”
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A year later, Robert and I were married. I stood in the living room watching Robert help Tommy hang ornaments on our new Christmas tree while Margaret and the girls baked cookies, and marveled at how life surprises you.
“Perfect spot, buddy,” he said, then turned to me. “What do you think, Kate?”
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, meaning so much more than just the tree.
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The house is warm and solid now, like the love that fills it. Jason will always be in my heart, but it’s grown bigger, making room for this unexpected family brought together by a single act of kindness on a snowy Christmas Eve.
Actor Ali MacGraw sacrificed her own career for Steve McQueen
Ali MacGraw became a Hollywood superstar overnight. But just as quickly as she rose to fame, she disappeared from show business altogether.
Ali MacGraw
Ali MacGraw – born Elizabeth Alice MacGraw – was born on April 1, 1939, in Pound Ridge, New York, USA. Her mother, Frances, was an artist and worked at a school in Paris, later settling in Greenwich Village. She married Richard MacGraw, who was also an artist. In 1939, Ali was born.
Ali’s father Richard supposedly had issues from his own childhood which made him a little bit different from others.
He had survived a terrible childhood in an orphanage, running away at the age of 16 to go to sea. He would later study at an art school in Munich, Germany.
“Daddy was frightened and really, really angry. He never forgave his real parents for giving him up,” Ali explained, saying said her father’s adult life was spent “suppressing the rage that covered all his hurt.”
Ali MacGraw – childhood
Money was short for their family, too. Frances and Richard, together with Ali and her brother, Richard Jr, had to move into a house on a Pound Ridge wilderness preserve which they shared with an elderly couple.
“There were no doors; we shared the kitchen and bathroom with them,” Ali said. “It was utter lack of privacy. It was horrible.”
Mom Francis worked with several commercial-art assignments and supported the family. At the same time, Richard had a hard time selling his paintings, and as a result became very frustrated. Ali’s brother Richard became a victim for his anger at home.
“On good days he was great, but on bad days he was horrendous,” she recalled. “Daddy would beat my brother up, badly. I was witness to it, and it was terrible.”
Ali was the daughter of artists, and she knew that she, too, wanted to go into a creative line of work as she got older. She earned a scholarship at the prep school Rosemary Hall, and in 1956, she moved to study at Wellesley College in Massachusetts
By the age of 22, Ali MacGraw moved to New York and got her first job as an assistant editor at Harper’s Bazaar, working with photographers as an assistant.
Fashion work in New York
Fashion editor Diana Vreeland hired Ali as, what she recalls as, a “flunkie”. Ever seen the film The Devil Wears Prada? Well, it was pretty much that.
“It was ‘Girl! Get me a pencil!’,” MacGraw recalled.
The future Hollywood celebrity worked her job as an assistant for several months. Then, about six months in, fashion photographer Melvin Sokolsky noticed her beautiful looks, and Ali MacGraw was hired as a stylist,and given a better salary. She’d end up staying in that position for six years.
“I don’t know where she got this work ethic, but Ali would come in at eight a.m., and many times I’d come back at one in the morning and she would still be doing things for the next day,” Ruth Ansel, a former art director of Vanity Fair and Harper’s Bazaar recalls.
Ali was great as a stylist. But soon, she was asked to work in front of the cameras as a model. It didn’t take long before she was on magazine covers all over the world, even appearing in television commercials. For thing led to another, and Ali tumbled headfirst into the profession of acting.
She had been sketched nude by Salvador Dali a couple of years earlier. But when the surrealist artist started sucking her toes, MacGraw decided that she’d rather be an actress than a model.
Ali MacGraw – films
Ali went straight from an unknown stylist and into the world of cinema, and boy, did she do it with a bang.
She was untutored in the art of film, which gave her acting another dimension. Her natural beauty was stunning, and the audience loved her.
Following a small role in A Lovely Way to Die (1968), she was asked to star in the 1969 film Goodbye, Columbus. It turned out to be a great call, with MacGraw receiving a Golden Globe for Most Promising Newcomer – Female. The following year, she got her big international breakthrough with a role that would pretty much sum up her career.
Ali MacGraw had received a script from her agent. She’d read it and wept twice because of how much she loved it. She decided she really wanted a part in it, and got herself a meeting with the film’s producer Robert Evans – who at the time was Paramount Picture’s head of production – at the Beverly Hills Hotel’s Polo Lounge. Not only did Evans think she was perfect for the part in the movie Love Story, he absolutely fell in love with her.
MacGraw – playing the role of Jenny – acted alongside Ryan O’Neal in the movie Love Story. The American romantic drama film, in which Ali played a working-class college student, became a smash hit.
Love Story hit the cinemas in 1970, and wow did the audience cherish it. It became the No. 1 film in the United States, and at the time, it was the sixth highest grossing movie in history in the US and Canada.
Award-winning actress
MacGraw earned an Academy Award nomination for her role, and the film itself earned her another win and five Academy Award Nominations. She also won herself a second Golden Globe as Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama.
Film producer Robert Evans not only loved her on screen, he had fallen in love with her in real life, and that love was reciprocated. In 1969, the couple tied the knot, and two years later, they welcomed their son, Josh Evans.
Ali MacGraw was the hot new star of the 1970s, but her private life and marriage with Evans would soon come to an end. Steve McQueen had visited their home to ask her to star alongside him in The Getaway, and the two Hollywood stars clicked right away.
“I looked in those blue eyes, and my knees started knocking,” MacGraw recalled. “I became obsessed.”
MacGraw and McQueen had an affair, and she soon left Evans to live with the actor in Malibu, along with her son Josh.
“Steve was this very original, principled guy who didn’t seem to be part of the system, and I loved that,” she said.
Ali MacGraw – Steve McQueen
But after a while, Ali realized that Steve McQueen had his own problems. Following his father abandoning his mother, a then-14-year-old Steve was sent to a school for delinquent children. MacGraw said he never trusted women after that.
He didn’t like that she worked and had her own career. For a while, Ali stayed home to raise their sons. But her husband’s demands were something Ali simply couldn’t accept in the long run.
Not only that, but he’d explode if she even looked at another man. He also wanted her to sign a prenuptial agreement, promising not to ask for anything if they’d divorce. She abided by the agreement when they did divorce in 1978.
“I couldn’t even go to art class because Steve expected his ‘old lady’ to be there every night with dinner on the table,” she recalled.
“Steve’s idea of hot was not me. He liked blond bimbos, and they were always around.”
This was the start of a pretty dark time in MacGraw’s life. She arrived on set to shoot the 1978 film Convoy both drunk and high, which prompted her to quit drugs.
Leaving show business
At the same time, several of her movies, such as Players (1970) and Just Tell Me What You Want (1980) flopped.
“It’s brutal for women,” MacGraw told The Guardian about returning to show business in the late 1970s.
“I don’t think there’s a woman over 40 who’s ever been conspicuously in the spotlight who doesn’t get sick of the kind of questioning the media lays on you, the fashion industry, all of it. It’s cruel.”
MacGraw had a short stint as a Hollywood superstar actress. Thereafter, she decided to start working in interior design instead, but didn’t fully give up on her show business career. She appeared in the television miniseries The Winds of War (1983) and China Rose (1985), but soon, her life would change for the worse.
Ali MacGraw simply couldn’t get any work in film, and she thought she was useless. At the same time, she didn’t feel complete unless she had a partner, describing being in love like “a drug high”.
She felt alone and desperate, and drank heavily. In 1986, she checked herself into the Betty Ford Clinic in California.
“The worst stuff happened when I drank,” she said. “I lost my judgment; I fancied other women’s husbands.”
Family tragedies
Her son Josh Evans was 15 at the time and had a hard time watching his mother suffering. MacGraw spent 30 days in group therapy and came out a stronger person.
In 1993, another family tragedy occurred when her house in California burnt down due to a wildfire. She then decided to move from Los Angeles and settled in a town near Santa Fe, New Mexico.
“I live in a little village north of Santa Fe, New Mexico called Tesuque,” she revealed last year.
According to McGraw, her neighbors don’t see her as a former Hollywood star – instead they appreciate all the community work she’s been doing.
For example, she has been doing volunteer work at the annual International Folk Art Market in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Ali MacGraw left acting, but in 2006, she found herself once again on stage. She reunited with her Love Story co-actor Ryan O’Neal in the Broadway adaptation of the Danish film Festen.
Outside of the Broadway show, MacGraw’s been out of the spotlight the last couple of decades. She’s put her heart into work for animal rights … and produced plenty of successful yoga videos.
Speaking to the Herald-Tribune in 2019, MacGraw stated that she’s still open to new adventures and work.
“One of the lucky things for someone my age is that I’m open and curious,” MacGraw said. “There’s not just one thing I love to do and feel bereft if I can’t. But I know that I’m not happy when I’m not doing something creative.”
Josh Evans – Ali MacGraw
Even though Ali left acting, her family still has a foot in the business. Son Josh Evans is an actor and director, and he’s made a great name for himself in Hollywood.
Also, he looks so much like his mother!
Being the child of Hollywood celebrities Robert Evans and Ali MacGraw certainly came with plenty of pressure.
But for Josh Evans, born in January of 1971, it was pretty much show business he wanted to do from the start.
The first job he ever wanted to do, however, wasn’t in the film business. He didn’t dream about working as an actor, but it was just one of those things that happened.
In 1989, Josh Evans had a small part in Dream a Little Dream (1989), but he wanted to do more. As a teenager with nothing to lose, he used to go to the manager’s office to see the breakdowns of movies being made.
Josh Evans – actor & director
That’s when he met someone he recognized in famous director Oliver Stone. He was making Born on the Fourth of July at the time, starring Tom Cruise. And Josh wanted in.
“At the time I just knew [Oliver Stone] from Platoon. He was making a movie with Tom Cruise and there was a role for the little brother. I wanted to play that part, so he got me a meeting with Oliver Stone,” Josh Evans recalls.
“When I sat with him, Oliver asked ‘Oh, you think you look like Tom Cruise?’. Now knowing him, I realize he was mocking me, but I said, ‘Yeah, I do.’ So, he said, ‘We’ll see what happens.’ Four months later, I got a call to audition and I got the part. It was very exciting and you could feel how special that movie was going to be.”
Since then, Josh has had a great career both acting and directing. He starred in the biographic film The Doors in 1991 and since, he’s been both acting and directing.
With eight films on his resume as a director, he actually had Michael Madsen starring in his 2015 film Death in the Desert. But what does he like best?
“I am definitely more comfortable on the side of the camera that does not show myself,” Josh Evans says.
“If an interesting opportunity presents itself, I am not opposed to it. I think there are other people out there who are more qualified and want it more than I do. As far as directing and telling my stories, I would do that for free, whereas acting is more of a job, but I enjoy it once I do it.”
Josh Evans – family
Josh is a really handsome man, and the resemblance to her mother Ali MacGraw truly is great, especially in his big wonderful eyes.
In 2019, his father – Ali’s ex-husband – Robert Evans passed away. However, the family had the great memory of being together for him when he was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2012.
Josh has been married twice. In October 2012, he married American singer and musician Roxy Saint. By then, their son Jackson was two years old – Grandma Ali MacGraw loves spending time with her wonderful family.
“He’s so wonderful,” MacGraw said about her son. “He’s my favorite human being on the planet, and he goes out with a girl I’m nuts about. Their relationship is so much about, among other things, friendship and respect.”
Ali MacGraw and Josh Evans surely are very proud of their wonderful family. We wish them all the best in the future, and who knows, maybe we’ll see them on the same stage or movie set in the future?
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