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I had never given any credence to fate until I met Kathy.<\/p>\n
She entered my life three months ago and quickly became my universe. People labeled me crazy for proposing after only a month, but I couldn\u2019t deny how everything came into place with her.<\/p>\n
Now I\u2019m flying out to meet her folks for the first time.<\/p>\n
Kathy warned me about her father, David. She described him as a harsh man who didn\u2019t give his approval readily. But she also stated that he had a nice heart and loved her unconditionally.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d arrived at the airport too early, my nerves pushing me to leave home before it was time. To pass the time, I went into a cozy little coffee shop across the street.<\/p>\n
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\nThat is when I noticed him.<\/p>\n
The man shuffled in, wearing shabby clothes. His face was wrinkled, indicating that he had worked hard throughout his life.<\/p>\n
Then he stopped in front of my table.
\n\u201cExcuse me,\u201d he gently said. \u201cCould you spare some change? Just enough for a coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paused. My initial thought was to decline.<\/p>\n
But something about him felt unusual. He wasn\u2019t pushy and seemed uncomfortable to be asking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of coffee do you want?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cJamaican Blue Mountain,\u201d he said, almost sheepishly. \u201cI\u2019ve heard it\u2019s really good.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cIt\u2019s my birthday,\u201d he smiled. \u201cAlways wanted to try it. Figured\u2026 why not today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d I said, standing up. \u201cLet\u2019s get you that coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face brightened with a genuine smile. \u201cThank you,\u201d he responded.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t simply buy him coffee, though. I included a slice of cake in the order.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit,\u201d I said. \u201cTell me your story.\u201d<\/p>\n
His name was David, and he had lost everything years before, losing his family, work, and even his home.<\/p>\n
As I sat there, I knew he wasn\u2019t simply searching for a handout. This was someone who had been broken by life yet refused to give up.<\/p>\n
I gave him $100 before leaving, but he tried to refuse it.
\n\u201cConsider this a gift from my side, man,\u201d I told him. \u201cAnd happy birthday!\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nMy anxiety about seeing Kathy\u2019s parents had subsided, but the image of her father lingered in my thoughts.<\/p>\n
I pulled up my phone to SMS Kathy, who was already at her parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m super nervous, I wrote. How\u2019s it going there?<\/p>\n
Everything\u2019s great, she texted back. I\u2019m sure Dad\u2019s going to love you.<\/p>\n
Just as I was settled in, a figure entered the aisle. My heart nearly stopped when I gazed at his face.<\/p>\n
That was him. It\u2019s the same man from the caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n
This man had a nice, cut suit, his hair neatly groomed, and a shining watch on his wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 what\u2019s going on here?\u201dHe leaned back with a cheeky smile on his face. \u201cLet\u2019s call it\u2026 a test.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cLet me introduce myself properly. I\u2019m David.\u201d He paused, watching my reaction. \u201cKathy\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, this was all an act?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cA necessary one,\u201d he replied calmly. \u201cIt\u2019s easy to show kindness when everyone\u2019s watching. But I wanted to know how you\u2019d treat a stranger, especially one who seemed to have nothing to offer you. Turns out, you passed the first part.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the notebook and gave me a pen. \u201cJust one more. Write a letter to Kathy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Initially, the words came slowly, stumbling over ideas and feelings. But soon, the pen appeared to move on its own.<\/p>\n
By the end, my hand ached, but my heart felt lighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou passed,\u201d he remarked. \u201cWelcome to the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nWhen we eventually landed and deboarded, I was physically and psychologically drained.<\/p>\n
When we arrived, Kathy\u2019s mother, Susan, greeted us with warmth. Kathy\u2019s brothers and sister were also there.<\/p>\n
Dinner was an awkward affair, with everyone making polite talk while David sat back and observed things intently.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t help but wonder, Did I really pass?<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve done well, Jimmy,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019ve shown me who you really are. And that means something.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I discovered a folded piece of paper on the counter.<\/p>\n
As I unfolded it, I discovered that it was a receipt for a cup of coffee from the caf\u00e9 I had visited earlier that morning. The one in which I met David.<\/p>\n
However, the receipt did not include the coffee I ordered for David. There was an extra price at the bottom.<\/p>\n
\u201cExtra donation \u2014 $100.\u201d<\/p>\n
At that time, I recognized I was not marrying into a traditional family. These people were extraordinary, and they wanted me to understand the value of charity. And what it meant to be a member of this family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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