Simple Man Learns Everyone at Career Day Thinks He’s Rich & Decides to Play Along – Story of the Day

For Will, Career Day was a chance to spend more time with his son Kevin and strengthen their bond. However, when he arrived at the school, he realized his son was ashamed of him. Will’s honest work as a garbage truck driver wasn’t enough for Kevin, so he decided to play along with his son’s lie.

Late in the evening, the sound of the front door creaking open echoed through the quiet house. Will stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his boots dragging slightly on the floor. His face was smudged with dirt, and the faint scent of oil and metal lingered on his clothes.

Leslie, sitting on the couch with a folded laundry basket beside her, looked up as he entered. She set the basket aside and walked over, her expression calm but tired.

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“You’re late again…” she said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

Will sighed and dropped his work bag near the door.

“I know… sorry. One of the garbage trucks broke down, so I had to cover their route. Couldn’t leave it undone, and—well, you know—we could use the extra money.”

Leslie nodded, folding her arms.

“I understand. But I’m worried about Kevin…”

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Will straightened slightly. “What’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”

“No, school’s fine,” she replied, shaking her head. “But he barely sees you anymore. You’re working so much, and I’m not sure he understands why.”

Will’s expression softened. “I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry, Les. Everything I do, I do for his future.”

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Leslie smiled gently, placing a hand on his arm. “I know, dear. I know.”

Will knocked gently on Kevin’s door, letting his knuckles barely tap against the wood.

The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the heater. He pushed the door open slowly, peeking in with a playful grin despite the heavy bags under his eyes.

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“Hey, kiddo! How are you?” he asked, his voice soft but warm.

Kevin sat cross-legged on his bed, a book in his hands, though it didn’t look like he was reading it.

“Hi, Dad. I’m fine,” he said without looking up.

“Not asleep yet? Got a few minutes to chat?” Will stepped inside, his voice teasing but gentle.

“Sure…” Kevin set the book down reluctantly and glanced at his father.

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Will sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“How’s school? Everything going okay? No fights with your classmates or anything?”

Kevin shrugged. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Fine? Come on, you can give me more than that.”

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Kevin smirked a little but stayed quiet.

“Oh!” Will said, sitting up straighter. “I almost forgot—tomorrow’s Career Day at your school! I’ll take the day off to come. Don’t worry, I won’t miss it.”

Kevin’s face fell slightly, and he looked away.

“You don’t have to, Dad…” he said softly.

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Will tilted his head, watching his son carefully.

“I want to,” he said firmly. “Don’t worry about it. For you, I’ll always make time. Now get some rest, buddy. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

Kevin hesitated, then mumbled, “Goodnight.” He turned onto his side, facing the wall.

Will reached out, lightly ruffling Kevin’s hair before standing.

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He paused at the door, glancing back at his son with a faint smile, then quietly closed the door behind him.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windshield as Will drove Kevin to school. Will had traded his usual work uniform for a navy suit and tie, a combination that felt unfamiliar and stiff.

Kevin sat silently in the passenger seat, his face turned toward the window. His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, and his usual chatter was replaced by a heavy quietness.

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Will glanced at him, the silence too loud to ignore. “What’s wrong, kiddo?” he asked, keeping his tone light.

Kevin shrugged but didn’t turn away from the window.

“I don’t feel well. I don’t want to go to school today,” he muttered.

Will frowned, his eyes darting between the road and his son.

“Come on, you’re fine. Are you nervous about something?”

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“No…” Kevin replied softly, his voice trailing off.

Will didn’t push.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay,” he said, though he couldn’t help but wonder if Kevin was hiding something.

When they arrived at the school, Kevin hesitated before opening the door.

Will waited, his hand resting on the gear shift, watching his son wrestle with some unspoken emotion.

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Finally, Kevin sighed, pushed open the door, and got out. Will followed, his concern lingering like a shadow.

Inside the classroom, rows of parents sat in folding chairs at the back while the children clustered together at their desks.

Will found a seat, adjusting his tie as he scanned the room. The atmosphere buzzed with chatter and excitement.

A tall man in an expensive suit approached Will, offering a polished smile. “You must be Kevin’s dad, right?”

Will nodded. “Yes. How’d you know?”

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“Our boys are friends. Your son talks a lot about you and your work,” the man said, crossing his arms.

“Really?” Will said, eyebrows rising. “I didn’t think he was that interested in what I do.”

The man chuckled. “Well, he’s proud of you. Told everyone you own a waste recycling business.”

Will froze. “A recycling business?” he repeated, the words sticking in his throat.

“Yeah! Or did I get that wrong?” The man tilted his head. “Kids exaggerate sometimes. You know how it is.”

Will’s stomach tightened. He wasn’t a business owner—he drove a garbage truck. Admitting that now would mean exposing Kevin’s lie.

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The image of his son’s anxious face flashed through his mind, and the thought of Kevin being humiliated in front of his peers was too much to bear.

“Yeah,” Will said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m not used to people knowing about it. I usually keep work stuff private.”

The man nodded, seemingly satisfied, and walked away.

Will’s chest felt heavy, but he tried to shake it off as the teacher stepped to the front of the room.

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“Next, let’s hear from Kevin’s dad,” she announced, motioning for him to come forward.

Will stood, smoothing his suit nervously as he walked to the front. He glanced at Kevin, who sat stiffly, staring at his desk.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Will, Kevin’s dad. As some of you already know, I own a waste recycling business,” he said, his voice steady despite the knot in his stomach.

Kevin’s head shot up, his eyes wide with relief. A small smile crept across his face as he looked at his father.

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The children leaned forward, listening intently, and the parents nodded approvingly—all except the man in the expensive suit, whose expression soured.

Will smiled through it, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. For now, he had protected Kevin, and that was what mattered most.

After the presentations, the classroom was abuzz with chatter. Kevin stood near his desk, surrounded by a group of classmates. They grinned and chattered excitedly.

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“Your dad’s job is so cool!” one kid said.

“Yeah, owning a recycling business? That’s awesome,” another added.

Kevin smiled faintly, but his eyes kept darting toward the back of the room.

Will sat alone on a bench, his hands resting on his knees, staring at the floor. Something about his posture—a mix of exhaustion and quiet sadness—made Kevin’s chest feel tight.

Excusing himself from the group, Kevin walked over to his dad. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

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“Dad… about your job…” Kevin’s voice was soft, almost unsure.

Will looked up, his tired eyes meeting his son’s.

“It’s okay, son,” he said gently. “I hope everything went better than you expected. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends. I’m sorry my job isn’t… prestigious. I really try my best.”

Kevin shook his head quickly. “Dad… your job is awesome. You’re awesome.”

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Will raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, skeptical smile. “Then why did you tell everyone I’m a business owner?”

Kevin looked down, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack.

“It was Rob,” he admitted quietly.

“He’s always bragging about his dad selling cars and how much money he makes. I… I lied. I said you owned a recycling business. Then everyone started talking about it, and I didn’t know how to take it back. I didn’t want to look stupid.”

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Will nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful.

“It’s okay, son. I understand,” he said after a moment. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll make that lie true someday. Maybe I can start my own business.”

Kevin stared at his dad, his guilt giving way to a sudden determination. Without another word, he turned and strode back toward the front of the classroom.

“Listen, everyone!” Kevin’s voice rang out, loud and clear. The chatter stopped, and all eyes turned to him. Will’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his son.

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“My dad drives a garbage truck!” Kevin announced, his voice steady.

The room went silent. Kids stared at Kevin, some whispering to each other, others wide-eyed. Even the parents stopped their conversations.

Kevin straightened his back and continued, his voice unwavering.

“He’s not a business owner, and he’s not the richest, but I don’t care! I love my dad. He loves me and my mom, and I’m proud of him!”

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For a moment, the room stayed quiet, and Kevin held his breath.

Then, one of the parents applauded. Slowly, others joined in.

Soon, most of the parents were smiling and applauding as well—except Rob’s father, who sat stiffly, his face sour.

Kevin turned back to his dad, beaming.

“I love you, Dad. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

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Will’s throat tightened as tears pricked at his eyes. He stood, pulling Kevin into a hug.

“Thank you, son. I love you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

In that moment, Will didn’t care about titles or appearances.

His son’s love and pride were more than enough.

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Poor Young Mom Buys Old Washing Machine She Could Barely Afford, Then Finds Note Inside — Story of the Day

Jessica wanted to buy a $250 washing machine, but she couldn’t afford it, so she had to ask the seller for a discount. He consented right away, to her surprise, but when she got home and opened the machine, she discovered something even more surprising inside.

When Jessica and her husband Edward welcomed their first child, Kathy, they quickly understood that parenting would not be easy. The young parents were having financial difficulties then, and there was constantly a lack of funds.

Edward owned a textile business in Texas, but it was struggling. Meanwhile, Jessica worked as a nanny on weekends while Edward looked after Kathy. With a baby at home now, expenses went up, while income stayed the same or even went down some months.

Jessica bought the washing machine at a discounted price | Photo: Shutterstock

Jessica bought the washing machine at a discounted price | Photo: Shutterstock

Ahh, it must be challenging for them too. Perhaps more difficult. Jessica reflected as she drove away from work one weekend, glancing at her neighbor Sandra and her children.

Sandra was already raising a third child even though her husband was just a truck driver. Although he got paid on a piecemeal basis, he wasn’t rowing millions of dollars there. Sandra had been working on a farm for several years to help support her husband financially, and it was the only way they could make ends meet.

Jessica and Edward, like their neighbors, were scraping by on whatever they could. Edward had stopped going to bars with friends to conserve money after Kathy’s arrival, and Jessica had given up on the little things she had managed to buy after saving money from the monthly budget.

Luckily, one month, things were going well financially. Edward’s business grew slowly but steadily, and Jessica managed to save some money. But just when it appeared like they would be having a less stressful month, another problem knocked at her door: the washing machine broke down.

After Kathy's birth, Andrew and Jessica were having a hard time | Photo: Pexels

After Kathy’s birth, Andrew and Jessica were having a hard time | Photo: Pexels

After considering her options, Jessica realized that there was no point in getting the machine repaired. The labor and motor replacement cost would be slightly less than the cost of a new machine, and there was no guarantee that the repaired equipment would last as long. After all, this was the fourth time the machine demanded a repair in the same year.

Knowing there was no other option but to look for a new machine, Jessica sat down on the computer, looking for an affordable one. An hour of searching led her to one suitable find, but it cost $250, and Jessica could only afford to pay $150.

In the end, she decided to see the merchant in person and request a discount right then and there. James Carter, 1216 East Madison Street, Brownsville, TX, said the advertisement. Jessica made a note of the owner’s address.

Upon arrival, a man about Jessica’s age opened the door. There was a calmness in his eyes, but the dark circles beneath them revealed inner stress and exhaustion. “How may I assist you?” he asked, his voice deep but mournful.

“Hi, are you James Carter? I’m Jessica Turner. I messaged you regarding the washing machine. Can I have a look at it?”

“Oh, Jessica. Yes, sure. Come in,” James said, and Jessica followed him in.

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Jessica visited the seller’s house | Photo: Unsplash

The entire house was in shambles, and Jessica deduced from the disorganized layout that the man was planning to relocate, which was why he’d put the machine up for sale. As she entered the room next to the hall, she saw the white washing machine. It appeared to look brand new, precisely as she’d seen it online.

“Well, I hope you remember I said I wanted to talk about the price,” Jessica said, having viewed the machine from the exterior. “I can’t afford to pay $250! I agree the machine still looks brand new and everything, but I can’t extend my budget beyond $150. We just had a baby, and you know things are not so well financially, so I was wondering if you could please give me a discount?”

James stood there silent for a while, pondering, and then nodded his head in agreement. “Sure. I don’t mind. $150 sounds like a good deal to me,” he said absentmindedly and then turned around to lift the machine.

Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? Thank you! Thank you so much!”

James gave Jessica a slight smile and the woman could sense that his thoughts had wandered beyond the room in that short while, but she didn’t bother much about it as she was rejoicing in luck.

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James agreed to sell the washing machine at $150 | Photo: Pexels

After 5 minutes, the two of them carried the huge machine to Jessica’s car without gloves, belts, or loading belts, huffing and sweating. She’d already paid James and was looking forward to getting the machine home.

As she prepared to leave, she gave her hand to say goodbye and asked him to meet her somewhere in the future, but James’ answer was a flat no. “I’m leaving this place for good, and I won’t be returning, so I don’t think we’ll be meeting again. Anyway, I hope the machine is useful to you,” he said with a quick but honest smile. Jessica simply smiled at the odd response and thanked him once more before leaving.

When she got home, the first thing she did was double-check the equipment’s functionality. However, as she opened the dryer to check the lint filter, she was shocked to find $150 in there.

It also contained a folded piece of paper in one corner with a message. “It’s a gift for your newborn baby,” it read. “I didn’t think it was fair to ask for money from someone who was already struggling financially.

“As a result, I chose to return it. Someone very close to my heart once told me that if I have the resources, I should help those who are less fortunate.” Jessica was shocked. When did he place this inside the machine?

Jessica found a note inside the washing machine | Photo: Pexels

Jessica found a note inside the washing machine | Photo: Pexels

Suddenly, it hit her. She’d asked him to help her move the machine to the yard while she fetched ropes from the car trunk to pack the machine properly, and it’s possible that’s when he put it there.

Jessica wanted to express her gratitude to him for his assistance. However, because he didn’t provide a phone number on the website and returning to the house would be a two-hour journey from her home, she decided to see him the next day.

Unfortunately, it was too late by then, as the man had already left the house, and a for sale sign was posted in the yard. Jessica left the house dejected, thanking him once more in her heart.

One year later…

Jessica and Edward were finally moving into a larger home. Kathy had been accepted to a good school, and Edward’s business was doing well.

Jessica was standing on the balcony of her former house, surveying the area where she’d spent most of her days. The place held a lot of memories for her. She switched her sights to Sandra’s residence and overheard Sandra and her husband bickering over purchasing a new washing machine.

One year later, Jessica gave the machine to Sandra | Photo: Shutterstock

One year later, Jessica gave the machine to Sandra | Photo: Shutterstock

Jessica took a look at the wet linen-laden rope on Sandra’s terrace. Oh, that poor woman must have done all the laundry herself. I should do something to help her.

So before leaving, she rang the doorbell at Sandra’s and left the washing machine on her doorstep with a note that read, “With love from your neighbor, Jessica.”

Jessica saw how happy Sandra was when she opened the door and spotted the machine on her porch.

So this was how James felt when he helped me. Ahh, honestly, it does feel amazing. However, I’m still curious about who encouraged him and asked him to assist people in need. Jessica pondered as their car sped away to their new destination.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Never hesitate to assist someone in need if you have the means to do so. The way Jessica helped Sandra and James helped Jessica are beautiful examples of this.
  • Learn to emulate the goodness of your surroundings. Jessica was inspired by James’ example and stepped in to assist Sandra.

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