Two Years after Son’s Death, Poor Elderly Couple Finds Envelope with Money on Their Doorstep – Story of the Day

Ben and Martha Gibson lost their son, Michael, in a hit-and-run accident a couple of years ago. Since then, Ben’s furniture shop lost a lot of business, and they could barely pay their bills until envelopes of money started appearing on their doorstep. Eventually, Ben caught the person sending them and couldn’t believe who he was.

“We’re going to have to sell the store, honey. It’s not working out,” Martha said with a long sigh while looking at the finances of their furniture store located in Reno, Nevada. She and her husband, Ben, had built the shop from the ground up, and their son, Michael, became a carpenter to take over it after them.

However, Michael was hit by a presumed drunk driver who fled the scene two years earlier, and everything went downhill for them. Ben became inconsolable. For months, he refused to go to the store as the memories of Michael were too painful.

Martha tried her best to support her husband and keep everything going, but it was not enough. She always handled management, but their customers returned for Ben and Michael’s quality pieces. No one could make furniture like them, and the shop’s reputation eventually soured.

Martha had been trying to stall the inevitable for a while, but it was useless. They couldn’t pay the store’s mortgage anymore and were tapping into their savings. They barely had anything left.

“I’m sorry, Martha. I will start going to the store and working with the guys. I’ll teach them,” Ben promised reluctantly, wetting his lips and wringing his hands in nervousness. Martha looked up at him with sadness and knew her husband couldn’t do it. He shouldn’t have to return to the store.

“No, Ben. We can sell the store and let someone else build their dreams on it. We are too old for this. The lot is worth a lot of money right now. We could finish paying all our debts and still have some leftover for our retirement,” Martha continued, tapping her computer keyboard and searching through the spreadsheets of their business. She wanted to make sure that everything was in order before they started looking for buyers.

Finally, Ben spoke up again. “Maybe you’re right. I just don’t have it in me,” Ben breathed and stopped wringing his hands. He stood up from the kitchen table and announced, “I’ll go get the mail.”

Martha nodded without looking at her husband, as she searched through all their files. But suddenly, Ben yelled and rushed back inside. “Martha! Martha! What’s this?” He was holding a thick envelope.