As she was shopping, she noticed a homeless lady attempting to buy a Valentine's gift for her grandson who was in a wheelchair. They seemed to be having trouble purchasing the item, so Nichole approached them.

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"Hello," she said kindly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

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"We're just trying to buy these roses. They're for my grandson. He has cancer. He's only got one more week to live," the homeless lady sniffs.

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"I'll help pay for it," Nichole smiles.

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"Thanks," the lady said, smiling a smile that stretched across her face. "You know, not many people are kind like you," the lady says.

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"What do you mean,' Nichole asks, confused. 

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"Many people ignore Jesus' calling and miss many opportunities like this, not many realize what it could mean to help someone as simple as us,'' the lady frowned. 

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"I will be praying for you guys, especially your grandson," Nichole says. Nichole helped pay for the roses the lady wanted and left; not only with her gifts for her grandparents but with a joyful heart.

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Two years had passed since then. Nichole was now living on her own. She was married to a  man named Jean. One day she crossed paths with the homeless lady again, a big smile on her face. A man was with her.

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"Hello," said Nichole. "How are you?"

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"Nichole?" the lady said.

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"It's me." She hugs Nichole.

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"Thank you! My grandson is with me. He can walk now that he doesn't have cancer anymore."

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"Wow." Nichole stared in astonishment. "Jesus does miracles."

The End