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After a Greedy Rich Man Lost Everything Overnight, He Tried to Become a Better Person – Story of the Day

Yaryna Kholodiuk
Sep 09, 2024
02:20 P.M.

Brody was a wealthy man, but his heart was cold. Greedy and cruel, he looked down on those who worked for him, never caring about their struggles. But when a fire destroyed everything he owned, Brody had no choice but to confront the harsh truth: his wealth couldn’t save him from himself.

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Brody strutted around his restaurant like he owned the world, narrowing his eyes as he inspected the work of his employees. Nothing seemed to satisfy him. He barked orders at them, his voice sharp and demanding.

"Not clean enough! Not fast enough! Not tasty enough! Not friendly enough! Just not enough!"

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The words echoed through the kitchen and dining area, a reminder to his workers that nothing they did was ever good enough.

He looked down on them, these waiters and cooks who had, in his eyes, amounted to nothing. How could anyone be content with such a lowly job? he thought, shaking his head.

He never respected them, convinced they were failures. Despite having never worked a day in his life and having inherited the restaurant from his father, Brody felt far superior to those around him.

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Brody stepped into the kitchen and saw Cory and Michael talking in hushed tones. Cory's face looked worried, while Michael seemed to be reassuring him.

"He definitely won’t allow it," Cory said, shaking his head.

"We should at least try," Michael replied.

"What is it that I won’t allow?" Brody’s voice cut through the air as he approached them.

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Cory turned, startled. "Uh... I need a few days off. My daughter is really sick, and I want to be with her."

Brody stared at him for a moment, his expression cold. "And who’s supposed to work while you’re off playing nurse?" he snapped.

"I was hoping I could at least leave a bit earlier," Cory said, his voice barely above a whisper.

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Brody’s eyes narrowed. "If you walk out that door a minute before your shift ends, don’t bother coming back. And then, maybe your sick daughter won’t have anything to eat," Brody added harshly, turning to leave.

As he walked away, he heard Michael mutter, "What a jerk."

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Brody rolled his eyes. "People just don’t want to work anymore," he thought, shaking his head.

After the last customer left, Brody locked the doors and dragged himself upstairs to his apartment. The space always felt too big for one person, but it didn’t bother him.

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His father had built the place from scratch—restaurant below, home above. Brody was proud of it, even though he hadn’t lifted a finger to create it.

He plopped down on the couch, grabbed the remote, and mindlessly flipped through channels for a few hours.

Finally, feeling tired, he turned off the TV and climbed into bed. Sleep came quickly, but it didn’t last long. In the middle of the night, he was jolted awake by intense heat.

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Confused, Brody sat up and smelled smoke. Panic surged through him as he realized the building was on fire.

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Jumping out of bed, he ran outside, his heart pounding in his chest. Flames roared, consuming everything he owned. Firefighters were already there, battling the blaze, but it was clear the fire would win.

"No! No! No!" Brody screamed, watching everything turn to ash.

In the cold morning light, Brody sat on the sidewalk, staring at the charred remains of his once-proud restaurant and apartment. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, and ash covered everything around him.

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He felt empty. Everything was gone, and he had nothing left. His father’s legacy, his home—it had all burned to the ground.

Brody shook his head in disbelief. He had never bothered with insurance, convinced it was just a scam to drain his money.

With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed his sister, Martha, the only family he had left.

"Hello?" Martha’s voice came through the phone.

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"Martha, it’s Brody," he said, his voice shaky.

There was a pause. "Goodbye," she replied, about to hang up.

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"No, wait! Please listen!" Brody pleaded. "I’ve lost everything. The restaurant, my apartment... it’s all gone. I don’t know what to do."

"What do you want?" Martha’s voice turned cold.

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"I need help," Brody said, struggling to find the right words.

Martha's voice sharpened. "Help? After everything you’ve done? You took what was left to me from our father. You made me feel worthless. You insulted my family."

"I want nothing to do with you, Brody," Martha said.

Before he could respond, he heard the click of her hanging up, leaving him alone with the weight of her words.

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Brody stood on the empty street, feeling completely alone. With nowhere else to go, he decided to visit his former employees, hoping one of them might offer some help.

He knocked on door after door, but each time, he was met with rejection. Some didn’t even bother opening the door, while others just shook their heads and turned him away.

As night fell, Brody had no choice but to sleep on the street. The air was cold, and the shadows around him felt threatening. Homeless people pushed him away when he tried to rest near them, and he was forced to keep moving. When he finally found a spot to sleep, exhaustion took over, but when he woke, his jacket was gone, leaving him shivering in the morning chill.

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Determined to keep trying, Brody knocked on more doors the next day. Everyone still turned him away, until he arrived at Cory’s house. A frail little girl, no older than seven, opened the door. She looked up at him with wide, curious eyes.

"Who are you?" the little girl asked, her voice soft but curious.

"I’m Brody," he replied, trying to smile. "Your dad’s former boss."

The girl blinked. "Dad says you’re an evil man," she said without hesitation. "My name’s Riley."

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From inside the house, a voice called out, "Riley! Who’s at the door?"

Cory appeared, standing beside his daughter. His expression hardened when he saw Brody. "What do you want?"

"I’ve lost everything, Cory. The restaurant, my home... I have nowhere to go," Brody said, his voice barely holding together.

Cory crossed his arms. "And why should I care?"

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"Please," Brody begged. "Let me stay. Just for a little while."

Cory shook his head. "No."

He started to close the door, but Riley looked up at her father. "Dad, you always say we should be kind to everyone," she said, tugging his sleeve.

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Cory frowned. "This man doesn’t deserve kindness."

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"To everyone," Riley repeated firmly.

Cory let out a long sigh. "Fine. But you follow our rules."

Brody nodded quickly. "Of course."

Brody soon learned that Cory’s life hadn’t been easy. Cory’s wife had left him when Riley was just a baby, leaving him to raise her alone. Despite her illness, Riley was full of energy and kindness. She had a way of making everyone around her feel better, even when she wasn’t feeling well herself.

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Every week, Cory and Riley volunteered at a shelter for people who needed help. At first, Brody didn’t understand why they did it, but he remembered his promise to live by their rules. He started going with them, watching how they gave their time and care to others, something Brody had never done.

"Why do you do this?" Brody asked, looking around the shelter. "Isn’t your daughter sick?"

Cory nodded. "Yes, she’s sick, but that doesn’t mean we stop helping people. Some days, I can’t afford all the food she needs. But helping others makes a difference. It’s a way to give back. And if we ever need help, I know there are good people who will help us too."

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Brody thought about that, realizing it was something he had never considered before. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed. He realized his past was filled with selfishness and bitterness, but now, every day was about helping others.

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He started volunteering alongside Cory and Riley, feeling good for the first time in years. He even helped Cory search for a new job and made peace with his sister after years of silence.

But what Brody enjoyed most was spending time with Riley. She was smart and kind, always teaching him little lessons about kindness and patience.

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One afternoon, while Cory was at an interview, Brody took Riley to the park. They sat on a bench eating ice cream, which Brody had bought with money he earned mowing lawns.

Suddenly, Riley’s face turned pale, and she collapsed without warning. Panic filled Brody as he called for an ambulance. They rushed her to the hospital, and Brody sat in the waiting room, his heart pounding with fear.

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When Cory arrived, his face full of worry, they waited together. Finally, Cory spoke with the doctor and then approached Brody, his expression grim.

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"What did the doctor say?" Brody asked, his voice tense.

"She needs a liver transplant, and soon," Cory replied. "We’ve been waiting on the list for a long time, but nothing has come through."

Brody frowned. "Can’t you be the donor?"

Cory shook his head. "No, I’ve already been tested. I don’t match. If I could have helped, I would’ve done it right away."

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Brody felt a sinking feeling in his chest. "So, what do we do now?"

Cory sighed. "We wait, hope for a miracle, and pray someone will step forward in time."

Brody stood up, his face expressionless as he left. Cory watched him go, convinced that Brody hadn’t changed, that he had run away when things became hard. But Cory was wrong. Brody wasn’t running—he was making a decision.

Without saying a word to anyone, Brody went to find the doctor treating Riley. "Test me," he said. "See if I can be her donor."

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The doctor agreed, and after the tests came back, it was clear that Brody was a match.

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The doctor hesitated. "We can do that, but I need to warn you. Your heart is weak. It might not survive the surgery."

Brody nodded, fully aware of the risk. His heart problems were no secret—he had inherited them from his father. But he didn’t care. "I’m willing to take the risk," Brody said firmly. "A little girl once told me that good people sometimes have to sacrifice for the ones they care about."

The surgery was performed, and Riley’s life was saved. She would live a long, healthy life. But Brody’s heart couldn’t handle the strain, and he didn’t survive the operation.

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When Riley was released from the hospital, Cory told everyone about Brody’s final act of kindness. His former employees gathered at his funeral to honor him.

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Together, they opened a new restaurant in his memory, and Riley named it "A Place for Kind Hearts." It became a place where everyone was welcome, just as Brody had learned to welcome others in the end.

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