Charity Starts at Home
Perfect Timing
We had been married for three years, and together, our income was decent at twenty-six grand a month. Yet, we barely had two hundred bucks in savings.
My husband was a nice guy, lending practically his entire wages to our next-door widow and her daughter.
He covered their expenses when the daughter needed money for school, when the widow needed a little time at the spa, and when they wanted to give their home a new facelift.
The moment my father fell ill and needed surgery, I went next door to ask for the money back. However, my neighbors slammed the door in my face. “Your husband chose to give us the money. Why should we pay you back?”
Enraged, I sought help from my husband, only to be criticized. “I felt bad for them. Why did you demand payment when they are already struggling? What’s wrong with you?”
I smirked.
That night, I decided to do a good deed by spending my entire paycheck to help a broke college hunk.
The next day, our power was cut off for unpaid bills, and my husband lost an unfinished document he hadn’t saved.
Putting his finger up my nose, he gave me a piece of his mind. “Where’s your money? Why didn’t you pay the bills?”
I replied with the most innocent look on my face, “I helped a struggling college student. His life was falling apart because he had to deal with a sick mom and a deadbeat dad. His needs should come before the utility bills.”