A policeman’s son befriends a homeless man and his dog and brings them food every day. Then the dog appears unexpectedly and alerts him to an injustice.At twelve, Brian Devlin was small for his age, and not very athletic. His father, Gary, didn’t really understand his shy, bookish son. His son was nothing like him…
He had been a tall, strapping, boisterous boy, always up to his ears in mischief. Gary tried to build his son’s self-confidence, but the harder he tried, the more Brian seemed to pull away.
Brian was smart, that Gary couldn’t deny, and he had a scholarship at a prestigious private college on the other side of town. The boy was scared of taking a bus, but since the school was close to his work, Gary picked him up every afternoon.
Gary was a desk Sargeant at the local precinct, and by the time his work ended at 5:00 p.m., the school day was long over. In the winter, Brian waited in the library and did his homework. But in the summer, he sat on the school steps and waited for his dad, soaking up the sunshine.
One afternoon, when Gary arrived, Brian wasn’t on the steps. He was outside the school gates petting a dog. Brian looked up at his dad with a happy grin.
Don’t make assumptions about people before you know who they are.
“Look, Dad,” he cried, then he said to the dog, “Dance!”
The dog hopped up onto its back legs and did a little jig, front paws up in the air and its tongue lolling out happily.
“Isn’t that so cool?” the boy asked.
“Yes,” Gary said, surprised by the enthusiasm Brian was showing. “Whose dog is that?”
“It’s Carl’s,” Brain said, and pointed at a man sitting on the pavement and leaning back against the school fence. The man was in his forties and he was clearly homeless.
A ragged bundle of blankets lay on the ground next to him, and he was unshaven. The dog, however, was well cared for. It was a Golden Retriever, and its fur was groomed and gleaming.
The man shrank back when Gary looked at him, so he said to his son, “Come on, now, it’s time to go.”
On the way home, Gary said, “Listen, Brian, I want you to stay away from that man and his dog, OK?”
“Carl’s OK and I love Goblin!” Brian protested.
“Goblin?” Gary asked. “Is that the dog’s name? Well, I’m sure Goblins’ a good dog, but I don’t want you befriending vagrants, Brian. Do you understand?”
“But dad…” Brian protested.
“Not another word,” Gary snapped.
The next day, when Gary came to fetch Brian, the boy was studiously sitting on the steps reading a book, but that night, his wife co
mplained that half a roast chicken was missing.
“I don’t understand!” she cried. “I set it aside to make sandwiches for Brian’s lunch and now it’s gone!”
Gary looked over at Brian and the boy looked so innocent that he was immediately suspicious. Was Brian taking food to school for that vagrant and his dog?
Gary started keeping an eye on the pantry and noticed that tins of sausages kept vanishing. He now knew that his son was stealing so he could feed the dog and the homeless man every day. Gary felt a pang.
His son, who had such difficulty making human friends, had bonded with the dog. It was a pity it belonged to a vagrant, a man who might be dangerous.
Two days later, Gary got off work early and when he arrived at the school, he caught Brian outside the gates. He had a bag in his hand and he was saying: “Hey guys, I have your favorite spaghetti, Carl. And for you boy, your favorite sausages!”
“BRIAN!” he thundered. “What are you doing?”
The boy looked up at him, and for the first time, Gary saw fear in his son’s eyes. Immediately he felt a surge of anger
It was this derelict’s fault that his son was afraid of him! He stepped forward and clenched his fists. “Get away from that man,” Gary shouted. “Get into the car!”
That night, Gary and his wife sat down and talked to Brian about the dangers of befriending strange men. Brian shrugged it off. “Dad, I know about stranger danger and bad touching. Carl is NOT like that, he’s nice. You can tell he’s a good person because Goblin loves him so much, and Goblin’s the BEST, smartest dog.”
“Brian,” Gary said quietly. “I’m sure Goblin’s a great dog, but you know what? Hitler had a great dog and he loved him, and I’m sure the dog loved him back. A good dog does NOT make this vagrant a good person. Please stay away from him, Brian!”
“NO!” shouted Brian, and he pushed back his chair. “Carl is my friend and I love Goblin! Why do you always have to spoil everything? I HATE YOU!”
That night, Gary made a decision. He was going to solve this problem his own way…
That Saturday, Brian woke up early to the sound of anxious barking. He thought sleepily, “That sounds just like Goblin!”
Brain jumped out of bed and looked out of his window. It WAS Goblin, and he was standing on the porch barking anxiously and looking very unhappy.
“Goblin!” Brian cried as he opened the door, and immediately the dog ran to him. Goblin put his head in Brian’s lap and started whining. “What’s wrong, boy? Where’s Carl?”
But the dog just whined and shivered so Brian decided to do something he’d always been afraid to do before — go to his dad’s work and ask for his help.
Gary was stunned when he saw Brian at the precinct with the dog by his side. “Brian!” he gasped. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“Dad!” he cried. “I think something bad happened to Carl. Goblin came looking for me and he’s very scared…” But Goblin wasn’t looking scared, he was looking up at Brian’s dad and growling.
Brian had never heard Goblin growl before. “Dad!” he asked. “What have you done?”
Gary flushed. “Carl was loitering near a school and he was warned off twice, so we arrested him!”
“But dad!” Brain cried. “He did nothing wrong! He’s not well, he needs help…You don’t know anything about him! He’s a veteran and he was in the bomb squad and he worked with sniffer dogs to find explosives. That’s why Goblin’s so well trained. He’s a good man and you arrested him because he’s sick!”
“He’s not SICK!” Gary cried angrily. “He’s a bum!”
Brian had tears in his eyes. “No, dad,” he said softly. “He doesn’t drink or anything, and most of the time he talks to people who aren’t there. He needs help.”
Gary was ashamed of himself, mostly because he couldn’t admit that there was a part of him that was jealous of Carl and his easy friendship with his son.
He did some investigating and discovered that Carl had a sister in a neighboring state who had been looking for him for years. He contacted Carl’s sister and she was overjoyed.
She took Carl home and enrolled him in an outpatient mental health clinic immediately. Goblin went too, of course. Brian missed Carl, but mostly he missed Goblin.
Then one day his dad came home with a big grin on his face and a strange lump under his jacket. He lifted out a wriggling puppy and presented it to Brian. “There you go,” he said. “You have to name him!”
Brian started crying, he was so happy. “Goblin,” he gasped. “His name is Goblin Two!”
What can we learn from this story?
Don’t make assumptions about people before you know who they are. Gary assumed Carl was a drunk and a danger before he knew anything about him.
Kindness and compassion are the greatest of virtues. Brian’s empathy led him to befriend Carl, and he helped him find his way back home.
My Husband Gave His Mother All Our Savings Without Asking Me — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’d Never Forget
When I got a notification that nearly all our savings had been drained from our joint account, I assumed it was a hack or a mistake. It wasn’t. My husband, Mark, had done the unthinkable, and what I did next ensured he’d never forget it.
There’s a saying that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his mother.
In Mark’s case, I learned that sometimes, a man can treat his mother too well. For years, I let it slide, but this time, he crossed a line so bold it couldn’t be ignored.
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To be honest, Mark wasn’t a bad man.
He was a decent father, a loyal husband, and a diligent worker. But there was one glaring flaw in his otherwise steady demeanor. His mother, Melissa.
At 71, she wielded an influence over him that defied logic.
If Melissa wanted something, Mark would find a way to make it happen, no matter how ridiculous or inconvenient it might be.
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One time, she decided she needed a new car, and Mark co-signed a loan we could barely afford.
Another time, she convinced him to buy her a state-of-the-art recliner because “her back couldn’t take the old one anymore.”
These decisions, while irritating, never truly jeopardized our marriage.
But this time was different.
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That day began like any other.
I was at work, finishing up my shift, when my phone buzzed with a text. It was a notification from the bank stating that nearly all the money in our joint savings account had been withdrawn.
My stomach dropped.
At first, I thought it had to be a fraud. My mind raced through every worst-case scenario. Was our account hacked? Had someone stolen our details?
I immediately called the bank officer who managed our savings account to report the issue.
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“Jessica, the withdrawal was processed in person,” he said, his voice calm and professional.
“In person?” I asked, my pulse quickening.
“Yes, ma’am. Your husband came in earlier today to transfer the funds to another account. Was that not authorized?”
“Oh, right,” I said, pretending I knew about it. “I must’ve forgotten. Thank you.”
My hands trembled as I hung up.
Why would Mark empty our savings account? What emergency could possibly justify taking nearly everything we had worked so hard to save? And that too behind my back?
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I debated calling him immediately but decided against it. This was a conversation that needed to happen face-to-face.
When Mark walked through the door that evening, I could feel something was off. He had that nervous energy about him like a child trying to avoid eye contact with a teacher after breaking a rule.
“How was your day?” I asked, my voice calm despite the storm brewing inside me.
“Fine, fine,” he replied, setting his keys on the counter without looking up.
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“Great,” I said. “So, maybe you can tell me why you emptied our joint savings account without so much as a word?”
He froze mid-step, his back to me. Then he slowly turned but hesitated to make eye contact.
“Oh. That.”
“Yes, that, Mark,” I said as my voice trembled.
“Look, honey,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s for the family. For the long term.”
“What. Did. You. Do?” I demanded.
And that’s when he said it. His tone was so casual, you’d think he was talking about picking up milk from the store.
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“I gave the money to my mother because she needed it to buy a country house. It’s an investment, really. She said it’ll be ours when she passes, and until then, she’ll rent it out for income. She needed it more than us right now.”
For a moment, I didn’t react. I just stood there as I tried to process what he’d just said.
“You what?” My voice came out in a low whisper, though it sounded like it was coming from a million miles away.
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Mark shifted on his feet, as if he were trying to downplay the gravity of what he’d just admitted.
“It’s not a big deal, Jess,” he said. “She’s family. And you know, the house will eventually be ours anyway. It’s like an early inheritance.”
“An early inheritance?” I repeated. “Are you serious?”
“Yes!” He gestured with his hands like he was explaining something to a child. “She’s going to rent it out, and the income will help her cover expenses. And when the time comes…”
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“When the time comes?” I interrupted, slamming my hands down on the kitchen counter. “Mark, that was our money! Money we worked for, saved for, and planned to use for emergencies. For us. Not for your mother to play landlord with!”
“It’s not like we needed it right now,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.
“Not like we needed it right now?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Mark, you didn’t even ask me! You emptied our savings account, our life savings, without so much as a conversation. Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel right now?”
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“It’s not like I was trying to hurt you, Jess,” he said. “I thought you’d understand.”
“Understand?” I laughed. “You think I’d understand you giving away all our money to your mother? For a house? Without even consulting me?”
Mark sighed, rubbing his temples like he was the one who had to deal with the problem. “Look, I know it seems bad now, but in the long run, this is a good thing for the family. She’s family, Jess. She needed help.”
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“And what about this family, Mark?” I shot back, motioning between the two of us. “What about the future we’re supposed to be building together? Do I not matter in your plans for the ‘long run’?”
“It’s not like that,” he began. “I just didn’t want to burden you with the decision. I thought…”
“You thought wrong,” I cut him off.
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I stared at him as my eyes searched for some hint of remorse. Some sign that he realized just how much damage he’d done.
But all I saw was a man who thought he’d done the right thing, even if it meant betraying his partner.
That’s when I knew.
If Mark couldn’t see the problem here, I would have to make him see it. And I would have to do it in a way he’d never forget.
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The next morning, I woke up with a clear head and a sharper resolve than I’d felt in years. Mark had crossed a line, and if he thought a half-hearted apology and some empty promises would fix this, he had another thing coming.
I started by gathering information.
You see, revenge isn’t about anger. It’s about strategy. And my strategy required precision.
First, I paid a visit to the county records office.
It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. I was there for Melissa’s new country house, purchased outright with our hard-earned savings.
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That was the first time I saw the property. It was a small but picturesque house with a neatly fenced yard. I made a copy of every document I could find and left without a shred of guilt.
Next, I scheduled a meeting with the bank manager.
It turns out that Mark had made one critical oversight: while he’d emptied the bulk of our savings, he hadn’t closed the account entirely. There were still a few hundred dollars left, and more importantly, my name was still attached to the account.
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Legally, I had just as much claim to the funds and the assets they’d been used to purchase, as he did.
With the bank’s information in hand, I moved on to the next phase of my plan.
I hired a lawyer, but it wasn’t just any lawyer. It was the best one in town.
A sharp, no-nonsense woman named Linda who had a reputation for leaving no stone unturned.
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“Let me get this straight,” Linda said during our first meeting. “Your husband used joint funds to buy a house for his mother, without your knowledge or consent?”
“That’s right,” I replied.
Linda’s eyes gleamed. “Well, that’s a textbook breach of fiduciary duty in a marriage. We can work with this.”
Over the next few weeks, Linda and I built our case.
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In states that follow equitable distribution laws, any asset purchased during a marriage, even if it’s in someone else’s name, can be considered marital property if joint funds were used.
Mark had no idea that his “investment” had essentially tied Melissa’s precious house to our divorce proceedings.
While I worked quietly behind the scenes, Mark went about his days as though nothing had happened. I guess he believed the storm had passed, and I let him think that.
Two months later, everything was ready. The court proceedings had been tense, to say the least.
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Mark had been served with the divorce papers and had hired his own lawyer, who tried to argue that the house was solely his mother’s property. But the evidence was undeniable. Our joint funds had been used to purchase the house, and as such, it was considered marital property.
The judge ultimately ruled that Mark’s actions had breached his responsibilities as a spouse by unilaterally using our savings without my consent.
As part of the divorce settlement, I was granted half ownership of the property.
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Mark’s reaction in court was explosive. As the judge ruled in my favor, he slammed his hands on the table, his face red with rage.
“This is ridiculous!” he shouted, glaring at me like I’d betrayed him. His lawyer tried to calm him, but Mark’s fury only grew.
“You’re destroying this family, Jessica!” he spat as we left the courtroom.
“Oh no, Mark,” I said coolly. “You did that all on your own.”
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A few weeks later, I drove out to the country house while Melissa was out of town.
Over there, I met Steve, the man who wanted to purchase my half of the house. We finalized the deal right there, while Melissa and Mark had no idea what I was up to.
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A week later, Melissa returned and found Steve’s pickup truck parked in the driveway, three dogs lounging in the yard, and a bonfire pit smoldering in the back.
She called me, screaming, “What have you done?”
“I sold my half, Melissa,” I said calmly. “It’s not my problem anymore.”
Mark called next, ranting about “family betrayal,” but I hung up mid-sentence.
Now divorced, I’ve never felt freer. My revenge was complete, and for once, the cost was all theirs to bear.
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