Back when I was 22 years old and working as a nurse, something happened. Everything in my life was perfect: my job was well-paying, I was in terrific shape, and, perhaps most importantly, I was in a relationship with an attractive man named Rick.

Scheduling dates had become a regular event because we genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. I happened to notice a sad homeless man who had slipped and collapsed a few feet ahead of us one night as we were returning from an interesting date.

Although Rick was aware of the man’s presence, he drew me back and counseled me from being entangled in the situation. The hobo, he observed, shouldn’t pay any attention to you. “It could be a ruse to defraud us,” says one.

“It appears that he requires assistance,” I said. As a nurse, it is my responsibility to assist others, and he cannot possibly attempt to rob me in the midst of town, can he?”

I shrugged him off and dashed to the aid of the defenseless gentleman. The results of a rapid physical examination revealed that he had just suffered from a heart attack. As a result, I opted to perform CPR on him because he was in danger of going into cardiac arrest otherwise.

Rick screamed at me to halt as I lowered my face to the ground. “If your lips ever come into contact with mine, I’ll never kiss you again,” he declared.

Despite the fact that I could hear him clearly, I decided to call his bluff. I could not bear the thought of letting the poor man pass away while I was watching, so I administered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Rick was not pleased with the situation. Before he departed, he yelled at me a few times more. I had a passerby call 911 for me, and I accompanied the hobo on his journey to the emergency room. It was the same one where I used to work.

For some reason, I couldn’t bear the thought of abandoning the poor man, so when I arrived at the hospital, I took over his care and admitted him to a private ward.

After that, I returned home to clean up. Rick was nowhere to be seen, which was OK with me because I wasn’t in the mood to be yelled at the time. The following morning, I went back to the hospital to see the hobo again.

My face was the first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes; yet, rather of expressing worry for his well-being, he asked for his stuff instead. I handed them to him, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a note, which he urged me to assist him in mailing.

“Does it pertain to your family?” I inquired.

“No,” he clarified. “It pertains to a corporation.”

That was all he said, and I didn’t want to pry my nose into his affairs, especially since he seemed unwilling to speak about them in public.

I attempted to converse with him about his family, but he informed me that he did not have any. He appeared to be in better shape now than he did when I initially met him. Nathan was a handsome young man who went by the name of Nathan.

Prior to leaving work, we had a brief conversation about his letter, and on my way home, I assisted him in mailing it. Rick had arrived at my residence, and he was enraged. As I came into the house, I couldn’t help but think about how I shouldn’t have given him a second key in the first place.

“Can you tell me where you’ve been all day? he inquired. “What’s up with that hobo?”

After getting bored of his antics, I responded, “You do realize that I have a profession as a nurse, Rick.”

I had contacted him several times the day before to speak with him, but he had not returned any of my calls. I tried to keep my phone close to me in the hopes that he would contact me, but he didn’t, and when I returned to the room, he was yelling at me for being out of sight.

“Can you tell me why you wouldn’t answer my calls?” I inquired.

Then he screamed, “That is beside the issue, Vanessa!” “I’ve come to inform you that we’ve completed our work.”

“What?” I was taken aback.

“We’ve completed our task. My relationship with a disobedient woman who may or may not go about exchanging physical fluids with other guys in the name of saving them is impossible “He said something and then went away.

The rest of the night was spent sobbing. The following day, as I was going about my business, I noticed that the homeless man had vanished. However, the other members of the team reported that he had left in good health the night before, so I opted not to be concerned.

My surprise when I received a huge bunch of blood-red roses in the mail a few months later was even greater. It was packaged with a note.

“Dear Vanessa, thank you very much for going out of your way to assist me. Please accept this flower and accompany the gentleman who brought it to you.”

Even though I was perplexed by the message, the other nurses persuaded me to follow the man who had presented the roses, which I dutifully did. He brought me to a posh restaurant, where I met Nathan, the hobo, who became my friend.

Nathan didn’t look like he was homeless; he was a different person. He was less perplexed after our discussion. After all was revealed, it became out that he was a scientist who had sold everything he owned in order to research and produce a new pharmaceutical.

It was through the letter he requested me to help him mail that he had published his findings, which led to the pharmaceutical company seeking him out to drive the drug’s development.

He got extremely wealthy as a result of the success of his innovative drug. It was his way of saying thank you for saving his life that day because he would not have been able to realize his ambitions if he had died that night.

We had such a good time talking to each other that he booked another meeting for the following day, and it gradually became a regular occurrence for both of us. After a few months, he approached me and asked if I would marry him. I said yes. It appeared to me as if it was predestined to take place.

What’s more, my ex-boyfriend fell ill at some time, and it was only via my fiancé’s drug research that he was able to recover. He later tracked down my residence and urged me to come back to him. I refused because I had already made my decision, and it had not only provided me happiness, but it had also brought me financial success.