Gregory Smith, an 80-year-old retiree, stepped outside one quiet morning to find his battered old car missing—and a shiny sports car parked in its place. Baffled, he noticed an envelope on the windshield containing only keys, no explanation. His wife, Cynthia, irritated by the noise, came out to investigate. Just then, their old car rolled up, and out stepped a young man Gregory instantly recognized: Jack, the stranger he’d once helped at an airport.
Weeks earlier, Jack had been in a panic—his wife had gone into labor, and he’d mistakenly booked the wrong flight. Gregory, seeing the desperation in the young man’s eyes, handed over his own ticket without hesitation. “Your wife needs you more than I need that seat,” he’d said. They’d chatted briefly, and Gregory casually mentioned his struggles with car payments and constant repairs.
