The son threw his father out of the house in twenty degrees below zero: the old man was almost losing consciousness from the cold when he felt a warm touch on his cheek, and when he managed to open his eyes with difficulty, he froze at what he saw 😲😢
George had lived his whole life for his family. For forty years he worked at the factory, never missing a shift and taking extra hours so there would always be money in the house. He built the house together with his wife, and their son Michael grew up there.
George taught him how to play chess, helped with homework, and explained how to hold tools properly. He was sure that in his old age he would not be left alone.
When Michael got married, everything gradually changed. At first, it was small things. His daughter-in-law didn’t like that her father-in-law made remarks, that he arranged things “the old-fashioned way,” or that he turned the television on too loudly. Then came conversations about the need for “personal space.” Michael grew silent more and more often and avoided eye contact.
George was moved into a small room, and later they suggested he go “temporarily” to a nursing home. When he returned, his belongings were gone, and the room had become a child’s bedroom. That evening, his son avoided looking him in the eyes for a long time and quietly said it would be better for everyone this way.
George did not argue. He packed a small bag and left the house. The frost cut into his face, and the wind slipped under his coat. He walked for a long time until his strength gave out. In the park, he sat down on a bench, feeling the cold slowly draining the warmth from his body.
His fingers stopped responding, and his breathing became heavy. He lowered his head and could barely feel anything. And suddenly, someone gently touched his face with a warm hand. The old man opened his eyes with difficulty and froze at what he saw 😱😨 The continuation can be found in the first comment 👇👇
He struggled to open his eyes and saw the muzzle of a large dog in front of him. The dog persistently nudged his cheek with its nose, snorted, and licked the snow off his face. A disturbing thought flashed through his mind that the animal might attack him. George tried to move away, but his body barely obeyed.
A second later, a man’s voice was heard:
— Easy, Rex, calm down.
A man of about forty in a warm jacket appeared beside him. He quickly crouched down, looked closely at the old man, and touched his hand.
— Sir, can I help you? What happened to you?
George tried to say something, but his lips would not move, and his tongue felt stiff. He only weakly shook his head. The man understood everything without words.
— He smelled you under the snow, — the man said, wrapping his scarf around the old man. — We were passing by when Rex suddenly ran over here and started barking.
The man carefully lifted George and almost carried him to the car in his arms, turning the heater up to maximum. The dog did not leave his side for a second, sitting at his feet and watching him.
They drove to the man’s house. There, George was laid on the couch, his hands were rubbed to warm them, and he was given hot tea and warm soup. It took him a long time to recover, but gradually his breathing evened out and feeling returned to his fingers.
— Don’t worry, you’re warm now, — the homeowner said calmly. — Everything will be fine.
That night, George slept peacefully for the first time in a long while. In the morning, the man asked about his family and how he had ended up on the street. The old man spoke slowly and quietly, but without any tremor in his voice.
After a few days, the man helped him gather his documents, contacted social services, and found a good nursing home with decent conditions. George was accepted without unnecessary questions.
