When Henry saw Dorothy, a homeless woman sitting silently in the rain, something about her reminded him of his late mother. Without hesitation, he offered her shelter in his garage—a cluttered, unused space with a small room inside. Dorothy accepted, tired of moving from shelter to shelter. He didn’t expect much, just a quiet act…
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