“My son with Down syndrome worked for 12 years in a store, until the manager accused him of being a thief. My son was crying and begging, “Mom, believe me, I have not stolen anything!” I believed in his innocence, but when the truth came to light, something happened that I would never have imagined.

“Yes. Daniel often made separate purchases. I just didn't know who they were for.”

At that moment, I remembered something that broke my heart.

Two months earlier, Daniel had wanted to buy himself a new pair of shoes. His old ones were badly worn out, but suddenly he told me he didn't need new shoes anymore.

I thought he had simply changed his mind.

But he had been spending his money on someone else.

“And what about the $500?” the manager interrupted. “What happened to that money?”

Elizabeth took a small envelope out of her purse.

“Here it is. Not a single dollar is missing.”

We all stared at her in amazement.

“I came here this morning to thank Daniel. My daughter finally found out about my difficulties, came back, and helped me. I decided to give Daniel $500 as a token of my gratitude.”

The woman became emotional.

“But he refused to accept it. He told me he hadn't helped me for money. We both started crying. Then I put the money in the inside pocket of my coat and completely forgot about it. When I couldn't find it in my purse, I panicked, called the store, and reported that it had gone missing.”