My wife and I saved $1,060. We used the money yesterday. My wife found it in the little crevice behind the fridge after searching everywhere.

It was trapped between the fridge’s metal backing and wall. The envelope was crumpled and dusty, like it had been there for months. She removed it with a butter knife as I held the fridge.

We laughed on the kitchen floor. It felt like winning the lottery. We saved the money for nothing particular. A little here, bit there. Unused birthday presents, delivery tips, and leftover coins in a jar. Over time, it added.

We had plans. Nothing wild. Our weekend plans included going to the lake, replacing the vehicle tires, and perhaps buying a microwave that didn’t sound like a dying spacecraft. Simple things. Real stuff.

Just before we started spending, my phone rang.

Raul, my younger brother. Unless anything is awry, he never calls. My heart was sinking as I replied.

“Hi, bro. Got a minute?

He sounded exhausted.

Yeah, what’s up?

A pause. Next, “I messed up.”

Raul said he took a hazardous loan to pay late rent and electricity. His planned job failed. His lender wanted his money back. All of it. Very soon.

“How much?” I asked, sensing something.

One thousand. He’ll take 900 by tomorrow or show up.”

I sighed. Raul constantly jumped into messes like pools. But he was my brother.

My wife regarded me. She heard everything.

She remained silent. Just came over and sat on the floor with me.

“You need money tomorrow?” Asking Raul again.

“Yeah. I promise to repay. I want this warehouse job beginning Monday.”

“Alright. Let me speak to Mari.”

Hanging up.

I faced my wife. She didn’t wait for me to speak.

“We give him.”

I blinked. You sure?

She nods. “Your brother. If we were in difficulties, I’d hope someone would aid us.”

So we did. Driven to Raul’s residence that night and delivered him the envelope.

It seemed to weigh 100 pounds to him. “I’ll fix it. I assure you.”

“I know,” I answered.

The return trip was peaceful. Not sad. Thoughtful.

We prepared scrambled eggs for supper at home. No lake excursion, tires, or microwave. It didn’t feel like a loss. Feeling right.

The next week, Raul did not respond.

We observed a moving truck outside his house one day. Texted him.

Moving already?

The reply came hours later. Yes, lengthy tale. I’ll call.”

He didn’t.

Mom phoned a week later. Said Raul left town. Said he left without informing her.

Honestly, I was angry. Not because of the money, but because he never said goodbye.

No one vanished in our family. We never were affluent but showed up. Funerals, birthdays, Sunday barbecues. Even with nothing, you came.

Raul ghosting us hurt more than imagined.

Two months passed. I got more shifts. Mari began selling handcrafted candles online. We were fine. Living, not flushing.

A message followed.

From Raul.

A basic, “Hey. I realize my error. Can I call?

I showed Mari. She shrugged. “Let him.”

The night he phoned. He seemed to have aged many years in two months.

He informed us he came to Amarillo for warehouse employment. That he slept in his vehicle for the first several weeks until they allowed him pick up overtime and rest in a storage room. Said he was embarrassed to call.

“I just wanted to fix things before I came back into your lives,” he stated.

He said he saved. He sent us something.

It came 3 days later.

An envelope.

Letter and check were inside.

The check was $1,200.

The letter stated:

My debt was $1,060. I’d added interest. While I doubted myself, you trusted in me. Thank you. Straightening my life. I hope you’ll excuse my quiet.”

I regarded Mari. Eyes glistening, she grinned.

We delayed cashing the cheque. It was on the fridge door for a week.

Then we changed.

We repaired the automobile tires using it.

A family moving out of town sold us a secondhand microwave.

We took a weekend excursion, but not to the lake.

We drove to Amarillo.

Not told Raul.

We arrived to the warehouse one day. Asked the front man to show us Raul.

He froze when he spotted us outside. A labor vest-clad statue.

Then he held me so hard my shoulder broke.

Local diners served burgers. Chatted for hours. Joked more than in years.

Raul looked fitter. Cleaner. Better grounded.

He told Mari and me, “That $1,060—it wasn’t just money,” before leaving. I left just this door open.”

Often ponder about it.

People claim money can’t buy love or trust.

Sometimes money buys time. Or hope. Or another shot.

Our hearts were lighter after that journey.

Not much has changed in our bank account in recent months.

Yet our family felt wealthier.

In the kitchen a few weeks later, I stared at the area behind the fridge.

That envelope altered more than expected.

Not because it was rich, but because of our actions.

Funny how something forgotten behind a fridge gave my brother a new start.

Sometimes life is like that.

You keep things hoping they’ll be utilized once.

Then life replies, “Actually, try this instead.”

You discover that helping others pays off.

So yes. We lost $1,060.

We got it back.

A bit more.

More significantly, we rescued our brother.

Not even saving could have afforded it.

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