Rich Woman Cares for Homeless Man, Discovers They Share the Same Birthmark — A Twist of Fate

Rich Woman Tends to Homeless Man, One Day Notices He Has the Same Birthmark as Her — Story of the Day

When a wealthy woman finds a homeless man who shares her birthmark, she is taken aback.

Carla Sutton was meant to be content. She was getting married to the same man once more. She had married the same dashing man with a bold temper for the first time when she was twenty-three. They were taking a fresh pledge.

In retrospect, Carla realised that their experiences should have been sufficient to prompt a vow renewal. It’s a shame it was all on her mind when she ought to be grinning.

Carla’s thoughts drifted as they watched a concert by one of her favourite bands, where Taylor had gone all out due to his remorse.

Carla, sixty, was not very thrilled about the fanfare, but she could put on a front while her thoughts drifted off.

Despite being adopted, she was an entrepreneur who, at the age of 30, formally inherited her parent’s companies.

She had been tinkering with paperwork and manipulating buttons informally for decades. Her parents were pleased of her upbringing and valued moral character.

She thought of herself as a successful, kind, giving, and honest woman. Taylor, her spouse, was also in the business world, but his was a little firm that was still finding it difficult to make a solid name for itself.

Carla’s business was decades old; it had existed before he was born. Taylor, 62, was a prosperous man, but he also had a strong sense of jealousy.

Carla could recall that after their sixth month of cohabitation, the symptoms began to appear. But she didn’t truly see it materialise until another man joined the picture.

It all started on a beautiful weekend. Before heading back to the house she shared with Taylor, Carla had gone clothing shopping and stopped to grab some delicious sandwiches.

She slowed the car down as she reached a bend, and her eyes instantly focused on a tiny kid feeding a sandwich to a homeless man sitting next to a stray medium-sized mongrel.

The girl left, and the man gave her a thank-you look. He then gave the dog half of the food, which it devoured right away. It was a moving scene that caused Carla to pull over and give him the sandwich bag she had purchased from the cafe.

“Mister, you can have these,” she murmured timidly.

The man said, “Bless you,” and Carla felt, for some reason, a tug of recognition.

As she turned to go, she made an effort to study the man without turning to face him, but the untamed beard, facial hair, and grime obscured his face.

Ever since that day, every time she went over that threshold, she would drop something for him; occasionally it would be food, and other times, warm clothes. Her spouse discovered one day that she had stolen the clothing he was going to send to be recycled.

“Now why would she be needing men’s clothes?” Though Taylor kept it to herself until she was ready to head out for work, she thought to herself.

“What do you need those clothes for?” Quietly, Taylor enquired.

“Oh, these?” said she. “Well, I’m giving them away to a homeless man I met a few —”

“You’re speaking to homeless men?” He interrupted her, a look of contempt on his face.

“Yes but he —”

He interrupted her once more, growling, “Don’t try to defend this sacrilege!”

“It’s just a random act of kindness,” she explained, maybe getting his attention.

“I will send those who will listen to evict him from his perch if you refuse to listen to me. Taylor remarked, “Beggars are annoying anyhow, and then he left to answer some phones.
But instead, she straightened out, inhaled deeply, and resumed her task. She heard within an hour that Taylor had gathered friends to help him evict panhandlers from the neighbourhood. She knew Taylor was just seeking one, but they believed it was a general sweep.

She had been driving quickly towards the beggar, trying to get him out of the area, but she realised it was too late when she arrived at the location where he had sought temporary shelter.Her spouse was there already. And he had already struck the beggar multiple times, who appeared disoriented and about to pass out. “What are you doing Taylor?!” Carla let out a cry.

“Is he here? The man with whom you have been having an affair?” Taylor growled.

She shouted back, “I never cheated Taylor, trust me!”

At that point, Taylor almost spoke with the beggar. He said, “She is yelling at me because of you, and that’s enough to make any man mad,” before shoving the beggar down hard.

The weaker man lost his equilibrium and slumped backward, realising immediately that something was amiss. His heart ached, and he was really nervous.

After approaching the man and assessing the circumstances, Carla got to work unbuttoning the beggar’s tight shirt and massaging his heart.

With her eyes fixed on the man’s chest, she yelled, “Be alive,” praying her husband had not simply committed homicide.

She first noticed the birthmark on his chest at that point. It resembled a darkish patch of skin shaped like a crown, exactly like hers.

For a few minutes after the ambulance arrived, Carla continued to massage her heart. Then, as he lay in the hospital receiving treatment, she made an effort to ignore her instincts.

“It couldn’t be, could it?” She looked more closely at the unconscious beggar, thinking to herself and failing to stop her heart from racing.
Now that she was viewing him up close, he was remarkably similar to her. Then a wild notion germinated in her head.

Is there a chance we are related? My own blood brother?”

“He must be the culprit,” she reasoned.

As she followed the ambulance, she asked herself, “What are the chances that there’s a man with the exact same birthmark I have? These things are supposed to be unique.”

When the car arrived at the parking lot, she made the decision to test her suspicions about the shirt trip to the hospital by doing a DNA test, which she had been about doing for a while.

She pretended to be emotional as they rolled the man past her before taking a few hairsplickers to part her hair.

She thought to herself, “That’s what you get for wasting all that time thinking, Carla.”

“Meanings are not actions! Not words, but deeds!” As she travelled to a DNA testing facility, she repeated it as if it were a mantra.

The man who had been hurt turned out to be her long-lost brother. Carla was there to greet him as he regained consciousness.

“You again?” He smiled gently and said.

“I told the nurses to give you a shave while you were asleep,” Carla replied. “Now your face remind me a lot of someone I used to know.”

“Tell me your story Mr. …?”

“Steven,” he murmured. “What do you want to know?”

“Why, everything comes naturally,” she remarked.

He took a big breath and got going.

When I was five years old, my mother brought my younger sister and me to an orphanage. While I was raised in an institution, my sister was adopted the moment she became one year old.”

Carla hugged him before he could say anything more.

“You are!” She sobbed. “You’re really my brother!”

“Sister? Josephine? Is that you? Steven enquired.

“It’s Carla now but yes, it is!” She screamed and gave him another embrace.

“I have the same birthmark on your chest, I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you until now,” she said in a hurry.

“It’s okay Jo— Carla, you were still pretty young to remember anything.”

“My adoptive parents told me I was adopted a long time ago, they just never said anything about a sibling.”

Taylor looked on with contempt from a distance, knowing how close he had been to murdering someone out of jealousy. There was no way he could harm his in-law.

Steven was welcomed into Carla’s household and given everything he needed, including a room of his own. Taylor, her spouse, was opposed to it, though.

He did not want Steven to live with them, and the man was the reason he and Carla would fight all the time. Taylor persisted in the altercations until he was forced to focus entirely on his failing company.

After attempting to stop the current course, he gave up and claimed it was too late to make any changes. Rather than going out, he stayed home and drank while avoiding others.

After decades of being apart, your wife found me,” Steven had approached Taylor one day. Is it still possible for something to be too late in this life, in your opinion?

He took it as a challenge, and Taylor answered right away. The following day he went to work and worked on reports and analytics all day and into the night.

He continued doing so for several days with his team, and after much discussion, they were able to devise a solution.

He began to appreciate Steven more after that because of his insight. Thus, her husband was completely in favour of him suggesting that Carla and Taylor renew their vows.

“What a strange man,” she thought to herself as she and her husband waved off the departing guests.

Carla felt grateful for her second opportunity at marriage and for having located her brother. She teamed up with Taylor to provide food and clothing to homeless shelters. It drew them closer together, and eventually Carla was certain that her husband had truly changed for the better.

What did this tale teach us?

Words have power. With a few well-chosen words, Steven encouraged Taylor to do the right thing and inspired him. This highlighted the power of words and significantly changed the relationships between the three people. Handle them with caution.
Refrain from letting your emotions rule you. While his jealousy was controlling him, Taylor may have committed manslaughter, which would have prevented him from moving forward in life. This emphasises how crucial it is to control your emotions. They will control you if you let them to.

Talk about this tale with your companions. It could motivate them and make their day better.

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