84 Year Old Woman Gives Her Home To A Homeless Man. When He Walked In, He Couldn’t Believe His Eyes.
This 84-year-old woman could no longer reside in her cabin as her children decided to admit her to a nursing home. She wished to donate her modest dwelling to a homeless man who had always assisted her, but her children prevented it. When the homeless man eventually managed to enter the cabin, what he discovered inside left him astonished.
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Since her husband’s passing, Elanor had been living alone in a cabin in Texas. She had managed to take care of herself throughout her life, but now it was becoming increasingly challenging. At the age of 84, she still tried to keep the place clean and well-maintained, but her strength and health were not what they used to be. When the phone rang, her oldest son was on the other end, once again insisting that it was time for her to agree to move to a nursing home. There, she would have healthcare professionals to attend to her needs, activities to pass the time, and other people to interact with.
Elanor listened to all the arguments and finally decided that it was okay; she could live in a nursing home. But she wanted to know what they planned to do with her cabin and the small piece of land around it, a space she had cared for with great affection for almost her entire life. Her oldest son suggested they could sell the place, and the money could be all Elanor’s. The youngest son suggested renovating and renting the place, generating monthly income for the family. Elanor listened carefully to the ideas but was convinced she had a better solution: donating the cabin as it was to Oliver, a nearby homeless man.
Oliver had always shown himself to be a good man to Elanor, and she wanted to help him in some way. Her children did not like the idea at all and did not trust Oliver, but out of consideration for Elanor’s age, they said they would see what was possible. What neither Oliver nor her family knew was that Elanor would leave something in the cabin far more valuable than the house itself.
Oliver had already turned 60. He lost his wife a decade ago, and as a result, developed depression that greatly hindered his life. It was on the streets that Oliver and Elanor met three years ago. Elanor was coming back from the market carrying several bags. Suddenly, one of the bags burst, and the fruits rolled into the street. Seeing that it was an elderly woman, Oliver hurried and gathered all the fruits, also managing to get another bag for her from a nearby store. After that, Oliver excused himself and took the rest of the bags the old lady was holding, saying, “Leave it to me. I’ll take everything for you.” Oliver had no idea that this encounter would change his life forever.
Since then, Oliver constantly helped Elanor when she went shopping or when the cabin needed minor repairs. Despite much insistence on Elanor’s part, Oliver never accepted any amount of money as payment. He noticed that the lady lived entirely alone and without luxuries, and he was just extremely grateful whenever he received a piece of cake with a cup of coffee made by the magical hands of Mrs. Elanor, as he himself said. Over the years, the two loners became friends, and the old lady even invited him to dinner at her house. They respected each other, and Oliver listened attentively to all the lady’s advice. Elanor even noticed that his symptoms of depression had attenuated. On his part, Oliver felt useful when the lady needed his help in any way.
The day Oliver learned that Elanor was going to a nursing home, his heart tightened. Elanor revealed that for the past two years, her children had been constantly calling her almost every day, insisting that she leave the cabin and the land. She no longer had the strength to deal with this family pressure. As far as Elanor was concerned, she would live until her last day in the cabin she built with her husband, Robert. But in this life, not all our wishes can be fulfilled, can they? the resigned lady said.
Oliver hugged his friend and assured her that she could always count on him if she needed any help. He thanked her for everything she had done, giving him a chance to feel the taste of dignity and trust again, to try to get out of his homeless situation. It didn’t take even two weeks, and Elanor did go to the nursing home. The family made all the preparations without even consulting her. They wanted everything to be quick and uncomplicated, avoiding debates and confrontations of ideas with her. Oliver didn’t even see Elanor move; he just sensed that she must have moved because he never saw her in town again. Occasionally, he still went to the cabin just to check if everything was in order. And in one of these rounds, Oliver was lucky to see Elanor’s children in the cabin. He approached and introduced himself. He asked about where his friend was, and the eldest son drove him away, saying that he wouldn’t act like his mother, giving him money for liquor or financing any other vice the dying man had.
Oliver didn’t expect this kind of rudeness from Elanor’s children, who were as polite as Elanor, and he was silent for a moment, somewhat disoriented. He asked again where she was, but besides not answering, the children chased the man off the property, saying it was better for him not to appear there anymore or they would call the police. Oliver was feeling bad, but he wouldn’t let that behavior keep him away from his friend. Since the children didn’t say which nursing home Elanor was in, he would find out on his own. He went to the city’s homeless shelter and asked the caretaker if there was a list of nursing homes he could consult. That way, he discovered that there were only four nursing homes. Two of them were downtown, one in a more distant neighborhood, and the fourth was even farther away on the outskirts of the city. But that didn’t matter; he would walk as much as necessary to find Elanor. He took a shower at the shelter and left early the next morning.
The first two nursing homes were close to the shelter where he stayed, but Elanor wasn’t in either of them. He walked for another 40 minutes and reached the third home. There was indeed a Margaret there, but it wasn’t his Elanor. So Oliver walked for another hour until he reached the main road that would lead to the last nursing home on his list. Oliver kept walking. He hitchhiked the entire way, but no one stopped to help him. About three hours later, Oliver finally saw the nursing home and went towards it, already quite tired and thirsty. He was no longer a young man either.
Upon entering the place, he thought it was now or never; she could only be there. At the reception, he didn’t even ask if there was a Margaret there. Confidently, he arrived, saying that he would like to visit Margaret, who had moved a few days ago. The receptionist hesitated for a moment but confirmed that yes, Margaret was there. Then Oliver asked to see her, claiming to be her brother. He had to lie because he knew that being just a friend wasn’t enough for these companies to let him in. They warned him that the visiting hours were almost over, but he could see her quickly. So they took him to the room, and he was speechless with what he saw. His friend was lying down and looked sick. He had never seen her so fragile, but when Elanor saw that it was Oliver at the door, her eyes lit up, and she opened her sincere smile.
Oliver approached slowly. He was still analyzing Elanor’s situation, but the old lady was in a hurry, gesturing for him to come closer soon and said, “Don’t waste time. I have something to tell you.” The man sat beside her and helped her sit up. She leaned towards him and whispered something in his ear that made Oliver shiver. “Is this serious? Is it serious?” he asked, totally disbelieving what he had heard. Elanor patted his cheek, then squeezed his hand and said, “Yes, it is. It’s yours, and everything inside it is for you too. Everything.”
After some time, a nursing home employee informed him that the visiting hours were already over, and Oliver had to leave. He didn’t know what to think of what Elanor had said but was a bit sad to see her in such a fragile state. She didn’t seem like the same independent and determined elderly woman he knew. Perhaps the change was very recent, and she hadn’t gotten used to it yet. Before leaving, he looked over his shoulder and saw Elanor smiling. He still didn’t know, but that was the last time he would see his friend.
The next morning, Oliver gathered the last coins he had and bought a simple bouquet of flowers. He walked the entire route again to the nursing home. Upon arriving, he found out that his friend had died that night. He wasn’t prepared for that news, and it took a while for it to sink in. He cried right there, and the receptionist wanted to know if he hadn’t been notified by his brother because the family had already been notified during the night. The man didn’t answer; he just moved away, letting the tears wash his face.
Oliver headed back to the cabin that was now his, according to Elanor’s last words. Oliver didn’t seem happy. He found a copy of the key hidden exactly where Elanor had mentioned, so he had no trouble entering. He wanted to be happy with the gift but couldn’t stop thinking about Elanor. At that moment, it was just an empty house. He decided to make coffee just like Elanor had made for him before. When he opened the highest cabinet in the kitchen to find the coffee powder, he saw a cardboard
box in front of it. Trying to remove it, the box fell straight to the floor with a considerable noise. Picking it up, he noticed it was heavy, so he decided to open it to ensure nothing belonging to his friend was broken. Seeing what was inside, Oliver was completely breathless. Inside the box were many bundles of money, an amount he had only seen in movie briefcases. He placed everything on the table and stared at it for several minutes, thinking about what it meant. There were more than 14 bundles of $10,000 each, totaling almost $500,000, a fortune that Oliver assumed to be a lifetime of savings. He remembered Elanor had confirmed to him that the cabin and everything in it were his. Still, he hesitated, but in the end, he loaded all the bundles into an old, faded leather bag and went to the door. He knew exactly what to do.
In the following days, Oliver made modest renovations to the cabin, just enough to make it more presentable without removing the original features created by Elanor and her husband. He selected the personal items left by the former resident and arranged them as if it were a museum exhibition. On the living room wall, he hung a beautiful photo of Elanor and placed a lit candle just below. Oliver wasn’t doing this because of the property she left him or the money he found, but because he wanted to show how much he valued the friendship he had with that lady.
It took only a few days for Elanor’s two children to arrive at the cabin and come face to face with Oliver living there. They asked what he thought he was doing there, and Oliver was honest. He explained that he had visited Elanor in the nursing home before her death, and she had left the cabin and everything inside it to him. The children thought Oliver, besides being homeless, had mental problems. How could a property like that, which belonged to their parents, be given away so easily to a homeless man? They didn’t believe him. Oliver regretted that they didn’t trust his story, but insisted it was true. He lamented even more that they were Elanor’s children and had no idea about their own mother’s last wishes. Upon hearing this, Elanor’s youngest son wanted to go after Oliver. He only stopped short of grabbing him by the collar because his older brother restrained him, saying that if he laid a hand on that man, they would lose their reason and it could harm them legally later. Finally, he said he would resolve it in the most civilized way by calling the police. And that’s what he did.
A police car with two officers arrived at the cabin in less than 20 minutes. After learning what was happening, the police informed Oliver that he needed to show some document proving that his version of the story was true. It could be a digital recording, a will, or a letter signed by Elanor. Oliver had nothing but her word. In that case, the police told him he had to leave immediately. The youngest son stepped forward and stated that even if the homeless man left the residence, he had invaded the place, and that could not go unpunished. Therefore, he would like to file a complaint and thus hoped to get that man out of circulation once and for all.
Oliver was extremely hurt by all of this, children who didn’t respect their own mother’s wishes. He couldn’t hold back the tears and just asked for a few moments to gather his personal belongings. Noticing that the cabin was indeed cleaner and in better condition, the older son granted the dying man a few minutes. Oliver then took his old blanket that was resting on a chair and placed it inside the old, faded leather suitcase, covering what was already inside. Before leaving, he took a look at the shrine he had prepared for his friend and surrendered to the authorities without causing any more trouble. He didn’t want to give Elanor’s children more ammunition or worsen his situation. Despite the unfavorable scenario for him, Oliver was not foolish. He already had a good idea of what to do.
Elanor’s children had no idea what would happen in the next few weeks. Elanor’s youngest son did not withdraw the charges, and when he arrived at the police station, Oliver was not arrested only because he had no criminal record. Still, he was instructed to quickly find a public defender to represent him in the process. When released, Oliver went to the shelter where he spent his nights and spoke with the caretaker. He asked for a recommendation for a law firm, and the only thing the caretaker did was point to an ad in the city’s service book.
Elanor’s children wasted no time. They obtained a restraining order against Oliver to prevent him from approaching the cabin and put it up for sale for $84,000. They didn’t even bother removing furniture, decorations, or personal items from inside. Selling the place was the priority. A week passed, and a lawyer named Henry Brooks contacted Elanor’s children. He expressed interest in the property and wanted to know if it could be used as a vacation home. The children didn’t object to the idea but mentioned that there were other interested buyers, so whoever made the best offer would get the property. Henry wanted to know what the highest offer had been so far. The older son revealed that a potential buyer had offered $90,000 to be paid in three separate deposits. Henry fell silent on the other end of the line for a moment, as if calculating or considering if it was really worth entering that auction. When he spoke again to Elanor’s children, he said he offered $91,000 in cash, full payment, provided the deal concluded as soon as they hung up the phone. The two children didn’t need to think about the proposal; they accepted and scheduled the completion of the transaction for seven days later, exchanging money for the house key.
The two children celebrated the sale and announced that they would use the time to dispose of all the junk left by the former occupant of the cabin. Henry, however, said it wasn’t necessary. If their idea was to get rid of what was in the cabin, he was willing to pay $1,000 more to leave it as it was. Greedy, Elanor’s children then said the deal would be closed for $92,000, and nothing would be removed from the place.
Seven days after the phone negotiation, Elanor’s two children went to the cabin to conclude the sale of their parents’ house. A luxury sedan parked with two occupants. A man aged between 40 and 50 in a suit stepped out of the driver’s seat. He quickly introduced himself as lawyer Henry Brooks. The passenger remained in the vehicle. After exchanging greetings, Henry and Elanor’s children began the transaction. The lawyer opened the suitcase and showed several bundles of money. He then handed the suitcase to the younger of the siblings. He counted the money and nodded positively to the older brother, who then passed an envelope with documents and the house key.
“Congratulations, Henry. This is your new vacation home,” he said. But Henry extended his arm with an open hand and said, “Don’t congratulate me, gentlemen. The true owner of this admirable cabin is not me.”
Elanor’s children looked at each other in surprise, not understanding what was happening. “I’m just the negotiator,” Henry said. At that moment, the second occupant of the luxury sedan got out of the car. He was also wearing a suit with a well-groomed beard and hair, shiny and impeccable shoes. Elanor’s children had the impression that they knew him from somewhere, but none of them were sure. When the man stood squarely in front of them, Elanor’s children realized it was Oliver.
“This is the gentleman buying the property. All the money in the suitcase is his. Please complete the handover of the keys and documents to him, gentlemen.”
The children didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know if they should feel deceived or humiliated, but indeed, there was money in the suitcase, and it was the agreed-upon amount. The older son saw no alternative but to hand over the key and envelope, but he did so with a look of profound anger. Oliver accepted, handed the envelope to Henry, and kept the key.
“You never knew your mother’s true wishes,” he said. “You did everything to keep me away from her and what was left of her, but apparently she knew her children well and left the necessary conditions for me to ensure her will would be done.”
Except for the lawyer, no one understood what was happening and how that homeless man had obtained that money. Little did they know they were receiving a portion of their own mother’s money. Now Oliver could legally keep the cabin.
“I will live in this cabin and respect everything Elanor and her father built. See you in court. Use this money to hire a good lawyer for the lawsuit you filed against me. You’ll need it,” Oliver said. “Now get off my property or I’ll have to call the police.”
With these words, Oliver left Elanor’s children behind and closed the cabin door behind him. He relit the candle below Elanor’s photo, and that night, he had a peaceful and restorative sleep in his new home.
