On Christmas Eve, a wealthy but lonely Dennis stumbles upon a lost eight-year-old boy in the town square. Haunted by memories of his own childhood, Dennis soon finds his life changing in ways he never expected.
The square was alive with lights and laughter. Kids zipped around on skates, their cheeks red from the cold. Couples walked hand in hand, leaning close, bundled up, and smiling. A small group of carolers sang on the corner near the big tree, voices warm even in the chilly air.
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I took it all in, trying to feel… something. You’d think a successful guy like me, an orphan who grew up to be a businessman, wouldn’t feel out of place here.
But here I was, alone, like every other holiday season. I’d had a few relationships over the years, but my partners saw dollar signs, not me.
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Suddenly, I felt someone collide with me, and I turned to see a young woman sprawled on the ground, looking up at me with a grin. Her laughter was contagious, and for a split second, I couldn’t help but smile back. She was beautiful, bright-eyed, with a spark that caught me off guard.
“Oops,” she laughed, still sitting there. “Sorry! Guess I’m not as good on skates as I thought.”
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“It’s alright,” I said, offering a hand to help her up. “You sure you’re okay?”
But just as quickly, a tall guy came over, scowling as he pulled her away from me. “Hey, buddy, what’s the deal here? Hitting on my girl?”
“No, I wasn’t,” I said quickly, backing off, with my hands up. “Just helping her up, that’s all.”
An aggressive man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney
“Yeah, well, don’t,” he muttered, shooting me a glare as he led her away. She looked back once, mouthing a quick “Sorry,” and then they were gone, swallowed by the crowd.
I stood there for a moment, shaking my head. “So much for miracles,” I muttered. I turned to leave, ready to head home.
An upset man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney
Then I felt a small tug on my coat. I turned around, half-expecting that girl again, but instead, I found myself looking down at a boy. He couldn’t have been more than eight, with wide brown eyes and a nervous look on his face. He clutched a small keychain, his hand trembling.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said, voice soft and polite. “I… I need some help. I can’t find my family. Haven’t seen them in days.”
A sad boy next to a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney
The words hit me like a blast of cold air. “You… you lost your family?” I asked, lowering myself to his eye level. “When did you last see them?”
The boy looked down, shuffling his feet. “I’m not sure. I been lookin’ for a while, though. But… but please, sir, don’t call the police.”
“Not the police?” I asked, puzzled. “But if you’ve been lost for days—”
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He shook his head vigorously. “No, no police. I heard people sayin’ that sometimes, when parents don’t have much money, the police take kids away. And… and my family doesn’t have much. They’re poor. I’m afraid they’ll… well, they’ll take me away, too.”
I looked at him, feeling a pang of something I hadn’t felt in years. I knew what it was like to be a kid worried about getting taken away.
A sad boy in an orphanage | Source: Midjourney
“Alright,” I said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “No police, I promise. We’ll just… we’ll figure this out. Okay?”
He nodded, relief flashing across his face. “Thank you, sir. I didn’t know who else to ask.”
“Call me Dennis,” I said. “And what’s your name?”
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“Ben,” he replied, clutching his keychain a little tighter.
“Alright, Ben,” I said. “Let’s get you home. Do you know where you live?”
He nodded. “It’s a little ways from here. I can show you. I think I remember.”
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I called my driver, and we waited in the cold as he pulled up to the curb. Ben climbed in first, tucking himself into the back seat. I followed, shutting the door and glancing over at him. “So,” I said, trying to make conversation, “what kind of keychain is that? Looks pretty special.”
He looked down, fingers wrapped around the tiny silver heart on his keychain. “It’s… well, it’s just a keychain they give you at this place I stayed at once.”
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I looked at it more closely, realizing that it looked familiar. Very familiar.
“So, you like Christmas?” I asked instead.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” he mumbled, still looking out the window.
When we reached the address he’d given, I got out and walked with him up to the front door. He knocked once, then again. Silence.
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“Maybe they went to my grandparents’ place,” he said, though he didn’t sound convinced.
I glanced back at the square, its lights twinkling in the distance. “Alright, Ben,” I said, kneeling down to his level. “Maybe we’ll give it some time. How about we head back to the square and enjoy a few things while we wait? Have you ever been skating?”
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He looked at me, his eyes lighting up. “I haven’t! Can we?”
I stood up, smiling. “Sure. Why not?”
As we headed back to the square, Ben’s face lit up with excitement. The whole place was glowing, with lights strung up on every tree and children darting around. I hadn’t done much for the holidays in a long time, but tonight felt different.
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“So, skating first?” I asked, nodding toward the rink.
Ben’s eyes went wide. “Really? Can I?”
“Absolutely. Let’s get some skates.”
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Minutes later, we were on the ice. Ben took off, shaky at first, his little arms flailing. I was no expert, but I managed to stay upright. We slipped, stumbled, and laughed. I felt lighter than I had in years.
“Look, Dennis! I got it!” he shouted, gliding a little more steadily, a grin stretched across his face.
A man smiling after he fell on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney
“You’re a pro already,” I laughed, half-joking. “I’m gonna need lessons from you!”
After skating, we tried one of the carnival games—throwing rings onto bottles. He didn’t win, but he nearly knocked over the whole stand with how excited he was.
“Can we get hot chocolate?” he asked, eyeing the stand nearby.
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“Of course,” I said. We got our steaming cups, finding a bench to sit and watch the crowd. As he sipped, Ben looked so content. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a peace in his expression that felt like a gift.
I looked at him, a warmth growing in my chest that I hadn’t felt in years. I’d only known this boy for a few hours, yet I felt connected to him. And I didn’t want the night to end.
A happy boy holding hot chocolate | Source: Midjourney
But eventually, I cleared my throat. “Ben, maybe… maybe it’s time to head back to the shelter.”
He looked up, surprised, and for a moment, his face fell. “How did you know?”
I smiled gently, pointing at his keychain. “I recognized that keychain the second I saw it. They gave out the same ones when I stayed there.”
A man talking to a boy on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney
His eyes widened. “You… you were at the shelter?”
I nodded. “A long time ago. I was around your age. So, I understand. I get what it feels like to want a family, even just for a night.”
Ben’s eyes dropped to the ground, and he nodded slowly. “I just… I wanted to feel like I had a family, you know? Just for Christmas.”
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“Yeah,” I said softly. “I know. And I’m really glad I got to spend Christmas Eve with you, Ben.”
He looked up, and I saw the gratitude in his eyes. “Me too, Dennis.”
We walked back to the shelter in silence, the warmth of the evening settling between us. When we arrived, a familiar face was waiting outside. It was her, the young woman who’d bumped into me earlier. Her eyes widened with relief as she spotted us.
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“There you are!” she exclaimed, rushing over to Ben and hugging him tightly. “We were so worried about you. We should notify the police you’re back.”
Ben squeezed her hand, mumbling, “I was okay. Dennis helped me.”
The woman looked up at me, her expression softening. “Thank you so much for bringing him back.” She let out a breath, then added with a tired smile, “I’m Sarah. I volunteer here. We’ve been searching for him since this afternoon.”
A smiling man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney
“Nice to meet you, Sarah,” I said, realizing this must be more than a chance meeting. We stood there for a moment, caught in a quiet, shared relief. She looked exhausted, her face a mix of worry and something else—hurt, maybe.
I hesitated, then asked, “Rough night?”
A man talking to a woman on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney
She nodded, looking away. “I found out my boyfriend… well, he was cheating on me. Tonight, of all nights.” She laughed sadly, brushing a tear away. “But I guess that’s how it goes.”
On impulse, I blurted, “Well… would you maybe like to get a coffee?”
She looked down at Ben, then back at me. “Actually… I’d love that.”
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Over the next few months, I found myself at the shelter often. Sarah and I would meet there, talking for hours and helping out together.
The more time we spent, the closer we grew, both to each other and to Ben. He seemed to shine whenever we were all together, and soon the shelter felt like the home I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.
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By the time the next Christmas rolled around, everything had changed. Sarah and I were now married, and Ben had officially become our son. That Christmas Eve, we went back to the square, the three of us hand in hand, surrounded by laughter and lights.
We watched the skaters, sipped our hot cocoa, and felt at peace as our own little family, a miracle in the making.
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Job Seeker Mocks Man in Wheelchair, Unaware Who He Really Is — Story of the Day
Marketing “high-flyer” Daniel’s unchecked ambition leads him to demean wheelchair-bound Michael, who he assumes is a rival job candidate during a corporate interview. This act sets the stage for a transformative showdown, highlighting the real value of empathy and integrity in leadership.
The lobby of the corporate building buzzed with energy. Daniel was confident and sharply dressed as he navigated the crowd, seeing himself as a future CEO. He only had to climb the corporate ladder. When he saw a man, Michael, in a wheelchair, he quickly dismissed him. He wasn’t competition for him.
As Daniel reached the elevator, he noticed the man heading toward it too. “I don’t think we can all fit, you know. Maybe you should wait for the next one,” Daniel said, his voice dripping with condescension.
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Michael responded calmly, “I believe we can manage. I just need to get to my office on time, just like you. Where are you guys headed?”
Miles, a recent graduate, and Robby, a seasoned marketer, shared they were interviewing at MakerMax. Daniel smirked, “MakerMax, huh? Well, good luck to you both,” waving them off.
Michael’s reply was steady, “MakerMax, you say? What a coincidence. I’m heading there myself.”
Daniel was shocked, but he retorted, “Is that so?” Suddenly, he blocked Michael’s path.”The elevator is full. Why don’t you just wait for the next one?” he added.
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“Full? How so? I have the same right to be here and to use this elevator as anyone else,” Michael wondered, frowning.
“It’s not about rights; it’s about practicality. And frankly, your insistence is becoming an inconvenience,” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Inconvenience? I’m merely trying to get to MakerMax, the same as you. Is it my presence that you find inconvenient?”
“This is the real world, where first impressions matter. And frankly, holding everyone up isn’t the best start,” Daniel smirked.
Michael replied, “First impressions, yes. And what impression do you think you’re leaving right now?”
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Daniel finally got tired of Michael’s attitude. He fully blocked the elevator and said, “This discussion is over. You’re waiting for the next one. This is the real world, where the strongest win. You’re not getting this job anyway. I am.”
With a casual yet calculated push, Daniel moved Michael away from the elevator and led the others inside, leaving the man behind. He saw Michael’s eyes squinting as the doors closed.
The elevator ride was tense. Miles broke the silence. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he said, pursing his lips.
“Do what?” Daniel shrugged. “I did nothing wrong. The elevator was too crowded.”
Miles countered, questioning the necessity of Daniel’s actions, but Daniel dismissed the critique, telling him that people needed to seize every opportunity to get ahead.
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Upon reaching their floor, Daniel had another idea and quickly used a potted plant to keep the elevator doors open. This made the others uncomfortable, but they remained silent.
Meanwhile, Michael remained in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. It took a long time…
***
In MakerMax’s waiting area, Daniel continued to dominate the conversation, criticizing those he perceived as expecting special treatment. Robby was caught in the discussion but offered only a non-committal nod, his discomfort apparent.
Daniel interpreted the silence as agreement and emphasized the importance of readiness and resilience in a competitive environment. The atmosphere grew tenser the more Daniel talked.
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When Miles returned from his interview, Daniel quickly interrogated him about the experience. Miles shared that the company valued personal character and teamwork, not just professional achievements, and explained a more comprehensive evaluation process involving a second interview with the CEO.
Daniel was taken aback by the emphasis on character and team dynamics, so he began to reconsider his approach, recognizing that his earlier behavior might affect his chances, especially with the CEO’s direct involvement in the hiring process.
As Miles left for coffee, Daniel tuned to Robby and suggested, “Listen, given their focus on character, maybe we could help each other out with references? You know, stress how we’re team players, good with people.”
Robby leaned in, interested. “That could work. They’ll want examples, though, of how we’ve demonstrated those traits.”
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Daniel agreed, relieved. “Absolutely. Today was just a high-pressure situation. Normally, I value teamwork and respect.”
They shook hands, agreeing to showcase these qualities. Daniel just hoped no one would mention what happened with the guy in his wheelchair.
Speak of the Devil…this was my chance, Daniel thought as Michael had just entered the waiting area. Daniel stood and approached him, ready to act. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier in the lobby. It was out of line, and I was wrong,” he said, but anyone could tell he wasn’t being sincere.
Still, Michael accepted it. “Thank you. We all have moments of regret. The important thing is to learn and improve.”
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Daniel suggested, “How about a coffee? There’s a delay with the interviews, and it’s on the house.”
Michael agreed, and as they headed to the café, Daniel plotted, misinterpreting Michael’s acceptance as an opportunity to dominate. He couldn’t take any chances and didn’t want Michael to have a chance to tell the recruiters what he’d done in the elevator.
With a swift move, he pushed Michael into the walk-in fridge at the café and locked him in, ignoring the man’s protests.
***
In the interview room, Daniel met Isabelle, the HR specialist, who wanted to know more about his past. “Good morning, Daniel. Let’s delve into your experience. Could you share some highlights of your marketing achievements?”
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Daniel detailed his successes confidently. “In my previous role, I spearheaded a project that boosted our market share by 25%,” he explained, describing his innovative strategies and risk management methods.
Isabelle asked about his handling of workplace challenges. Daniel offered a story, but Isabelle probed deeper into its impact on his team. Everything seemingly went well, but the HR specialist mentioned a final round with the CEO.
Daniel licked his lips, nervously waiting. His jaw dropped when Isabelle returned, talking to Michael. She introduced him as the CEO, and Daniel’s face lost all bit of color.
“Sir,” Daniel stammered, scrambling to find the right words. “I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry for my behavior earlier. It was completely unacceptable, and I deeply regret it.”
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Michael’s gaze bore into Daniel. “I’m afraid ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it this time,” he said, his voice firm. “Your behavior towards me was not only disrespectful but indicative of a larger problem—a problem of entitlement and arrogance that has no place in this company.”
Daniel accepted responsibility, promising to change. But his confidence wavered as Michael spoke about the company’s values of inclusivity and respect. “Every individual deserves to be treated with dignity,” the CEO stated, still firm.
Daniel hung his head as he realized his competitive nature had blinded him to the true meaning of strength. “I didn’t realize,” he confessed, his arrogance fading under Michael’s steady gaze.
“True strength isn’t about stepping on others. It’s about helping them rise with you.” His words struck a chord.
“I never thought of it that way,” Daniel responded, his voice sounding gruff.
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Michael leaned forward, his eyes earnest. “Let me share something with you,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “There was a time when I faced challenges that seemed insurmountable. But it was through understanding the struggles of those around me, that I found the strength to persevere.”
Daniel nodded. “I’m terribly sorry. I was wrong.”
“It’s never too late to learn. And I believe that you have the potential to make a positive impact, both in your career and in the lives of those around you,” Michael said.
Daniel sighed heavily, nodding. “Thank you, I don’t deserve these kind words from you. In my pursuit of success, I overlooked what really matters.”
After what felt like a lifetime lesson in humility, where they also talked about Daniel’s actual good points careerwise, Michael came to a decision. “I can’t offer you the job,” he stated clearly. “You need to learn the value of dignity and respect, and sometimes that comes from facing the repercussions of our actions.”
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Daniel nodded, accepting the decision. He stood and said, “Thank you, Michael. This conversation has been a turning point for me.”
Michael shook Daniel’s hand and watched the now-rejected job applicant walk away. As Daniel left, he felt a renewed readiness to meet the broader challenges of life, equipped to change thanks to his new deeper understanding of leadership and personal growth.
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