Old Kadizzle was puffing his way up the little hill by the golf course on his bike when a woman waved him down, motioning for him to come over. At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes — it was the woman who used to live under a tree down by the creek.
Only this time, she was hardly recognizable. Gone was the frail, weary forest dweller. Before him stood someone vibrant, healthy, and full of life. A year or two back, Kadizzle had tried to help her in small ways — bringing her water, offering her chances to earn a little money. In that moment by the road, she reminded him of that, saying he had been the only one who helped her without expecting anything in return, without attaching sexual strings.
For a long time, Kadizzle had feared the worst. He thought perhaps she had died, or worse yet, been harmed and left hidden in the brush. Oddly enough, she had been told he was dead. Yet here they both were, very much alive, crossing paths once again.
And this time, the story had a happy turn. She told him she now had steady work, a place to live she could afford, and had reconnected with her family. The woman once lost to the woods had found her footing again.
What a pleasant surprise for the day — proof that even the most unexpected lives can turn a corner toward hope.
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