I Gave My Last $200 to a Neighbor — I Thought She Scammed Me
I live paycheck to paycheck in Chicago. When my neighbor begged for $200 for her sick daughter’s medication, it was my grocery money — but I gave it anyway.
Weeks passed. No repayment. Then one night, I heard loud party music from her apartment and assumed the worst.
I knocked on her door ready to demand my money back… but it wasn’t a party. It was a foundation celebration. My $200 had covered the emergency fee that secured her daughter a spot in a life-saving clinical grant.
Then came the shock: they handed me a $1,000 check, calling me a “community investor.”
That night, I almost lost faith in people. Instead, I got it back.
Sometimes what looks like betrayal… is actually a miracle.

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