Eighty-year-old Gregory Smith stood on his porch in disbelief. His old, rattling car was gone — and in its place sat a gleaming new sports car. In his hand was an envelope with car keys but no note. “Cynthia!” he called to his wife, voice trembling. “You have to see this!” She rushed out, frustrated about burnt pancakes, only to stop short at the sight of the car. “Where did that come from?” she asked, stunned. “I have no idea,” Gregory said, bewildered. “And our car is gone!” Just then, a familiar honk sounded, and to their shock, their old car pulled up. Out stepped a young man — Jack. Gregory’s eyes welled up. “Jack… you kept your word.” Three weeks earlier,

Gregory had met Jack at the airport. Jack was distraught — his wife was in labor, but he’d mistakenly booked his flight for the next day. Seeing his panic, Gregory gave Jack his own ticket. “Your family needs you more than I need that flight,” Gregory had said. Before leaving, Jack promised with a smile, “One day, we’ll swap cars instead of tickets.” Gregory thought it was just a sweet gesture — but Jack meant every word. “I never forgot what you did,”