Millionaire Demolishes Old Man’s House, Unexpectedly Sees His Childhood Photo among Ruins — Story of the Day

A rude millionaire who believed money could buy anything demolished a poor old man’s house to build a mall. While checking the ruins later, he accidentally found his childhood photo among the rubble.

Can a person’s greed for riches blind them so miserably that they destroy someone else’s dreams to build theirs? In July 2021, Florida-based real estate tycoon Elliot Morris happened to shatter a poor old man’s dreams to fulfill his pursuit of wealth.

Elliot was looking for a perfect landscape to build a deluxe mall in the city when his eyes fell upon old Joe Brooke’s land. The young builder loved the location and fixed his mind to raising his new mall there.

He decided to tear down the old man’s house on the plot. When old Joe objected to it, Elliot saw him as nothing more than a thorn in his way that was easy to get rid of…

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“Please, I beg of you. I don’t have anybody, and this house is the only treasured memory I have of my late wife,” Joe begged Elliot, who had visited with his men. “I have nowhere to go. Please don’t make me homeless.”

“How did you get my mom’s photo?” the man asked old Joe. “That’s me with her. Do you know my mom? What is your relationship with her?”

But Elliot turned a deaf ear to the poor old man’s pleas. “Look here, old man. I already talked to the mayor, and he is on my side. I’m bringing this thing down in two weeks. All you’ve got is 14 days to pack your stuff and leave with whatever money I give you. Is it clear?”

Poor Joe was worried. He refused to accept a dime in exchange for his beloved house and kept crying. But Elliot was far from kind and walked away, grinning. “Two weeks and I’ll be back,” Joe heard the rude rich man’s faint voice from outside.

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Joe’s house was a bit farther away from his clustered neighborhood, so nobody stepped forward in his favor. The two weeks were nothing short of nightmarish for the poor old man. He hoped something would happen and change the rich man’s mind. He anticipated a miracle and never packed his things. But before he knew it, the day for the demolition had arrived.

“Please, I beg you! Please don’t destroy my house!” old Joe pleaded with Elliot and his men, who arrived two weeks later with heavy machinery outside his house to tear it down.

“Didn’t I tell you to pack your things?” Elliot retorted. “It’s not my problem anymore. Here, take this check and leave. I don’t have time to listen to your silly, old stories.”

Elliot ordered one of his men to take old Joe to the nursing facility. He handed out the check for the house, but the old man refused to take it.

Before leaving, a teary-eyed Joe looked at Elliot and said, “You’ve changed a lot, young man. Money has blinded you and ruined your soul…You cannot buy everything with money.”

“What rubbish! Take this old man from here,” Elliot ordered. He brushed Joe’s words as nothing and walked further to watch the house being torn down. Joy filled his heart as he saw the bricks and roof chipping away from the building, crashing onto the ground.

“I’ll be back in a while. Keep working, and do not touch anything until I arrive,” he said, driving past the dusty house in ruins.

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That evening, Elliot returned to the demolished spot to celebrate his feat. “Getting rid of that old thorn was so easy!” he exclaimed as he walked over the broken bricks.

Just then, he stumbled upon the broken glass of a photo frame. He looked at the photo and gasped in shock.

“Mom? What is her photo doing here?” he said, picking up the picture. Elliot dusted it and realized it was an old photo of his mom with a baby.

“That’s me,” he exclaimed again. “But what is our photo doing in this old man’s house? I have to find out,” he said and immediately drove to the nursing home to see Joe.

“You? Why have you come here? Aren’t you happy yet?” the old man cried after seeing the young builder. “What more have you come to destroy?”

Joe refused to look at Elliot, who held his hand and showed him the photo he’d recovered from the demolished ruins.

“How did you get my mom’s photo?” he asked. “That’s me with her. Do you know my mom? What is your relationship with her?” Elliot was furious. He had known that his mother was a single parent, and finding her picture in Joe’s house raised many questions in his mind. “Tell me…how do you know my mother?”

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Joe, who remained silent, finally spoke out, revealing something Elliot never knew.

“I found your mother Samantha on the road with a baby in her arms 30 years ago,” Joe said. “I was on my way home from my wife’s funeral and found your mom hopeless and drenched in the rain while trying to protect you.”

As Elliot heard this, tears slowly started to fill his eyes. “Then what happened?” he curiously asked.

“I took her in and gave her shelter. Her boyfriend, your dad, had kicked her out for another woman,” Joe narrated. “Samantha lived in my house for five years, and I treated her like my daughter.”

“But if she lived with you, why did she move out? We had a bigger house,” Elliot asked, still doubtful of old Joe’s revelation. “Is there something I’m missing?”

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“I bought her a new house and helped her start a small business from my savings. She grew into a successful businesswoman but never forgot this old man. Samantha often visited me until she died ten years ago,” Joe explained. “I had also been to her funeral, but who would notice this poor, old man. You had grown into a successful, rich man, and I was happy to see how she raised you.”

At this point, Elliot’s heart broke. He recalled his mother once telling him about a loving father who was behind her success. But all this while, he had no idea that she had been talking about old Joe.

Guilty and heartbroken, Elliot decided to mend his mistake. The next day, he put up an “Under Construction” board on Joe’s property and ordered his men to build a new house there. In less than four months, a beautiful home replaced the one he demolished.

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Elliot gifted this house to Joe and apologized to him for being so ignorant and forgetful of his past. He also promised to do his best to return the old man’s kindness. But the humble man he was, Joe forgave the young builder and refused any form of help.

“You are my grandson, and I will accept only this house from you, and nothing more. I do not expect any material help from you other than your love,” Joe said, creating a massive impact on Elliot. “You are always welcome to visit this old man as my grandson, not as a wealthy man filled with guilt. Even your mom wanted to help me, and I had told her the same!”

Joe happily moved back to his new house and lived a modest life. He inspired Elliot and taught him that money perishes but not compassion and love.

In the end, Elliot built a couple of retirement homes for older adults in the city. He helped people in need and never tore down another house that belonged to someone else unless they were willing.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • Do not ruin someone else’s happiness to build your dreams. In Elliot’s efforts to build his mall, he destroyed old Joe’s beloved house. He did not consider the old man’s pleas and ruined his happiness to fulfill his own.
  • Create something useful for others when you get a chance. When Elliot realized his mistake, he apologized to Joe and built a house for him. And because he had the resources, he did his best to help the needy.

I Never Thought I’d Be Fighting over a Wedding Dress with My Future MIL While the Real Reason Stayed Hidden – Story of the Day

I thought wedding planning would bring us closer, but I never imagined it would lead to a showdown in a bridal shop. Who knew my biggest rival wouldn’t be just another bride but my future mother-in-law? And the reason behind it all? Let’s say it left me speechless.

Bryan proposed to me after just six months of dating. To some, it might seem rushed, but at 36, I had spent years waiting for someone who truly felt like my person. Bryan was the one I had always dreamed of. So when he knelt, holding that small velvet box, tears of happiness blurred my vision, and I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

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***

We flew to the small town where Bryan’s mother, Alice, lived, the kind of place where time seemed to move a little slower. I kept imagining our first meeting.

Will she approve of Bryan’s choice? Or will she find me lacking somehow?

As we pulled up to her cozy, charming white house with flower pots lining the porch, my nerves spiked. But when Alice stepped onto the porch, her smile was warm, genuine, and welcoming. She embraced Bryan tightly and then turned to me.

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“Maya, it’s wonderful to finally meet you!” she said, offering her hand.

“It’s great to meet you too, Alice.”

Inside, the house smelled like roasted turkey and apple pie. Dinner was already set, the table adorned with candles and fall decorations. It felt so inviting that my nerves started to ease.

As we sat down, Alice asked about my life in New York, how Bryan and I met, and even about my favorite Thanksgiving traditions.

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“New York must be such an exciting place to live,” she said, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like to wake up in a city that never sleeps.”

“It’s lively,” I said with a small laugh. “But sometimes, the quiet of a small town like this feels just as magical.”

Everything seemed perfect until Bryan and I shared our big news.

“We have something special to tell you,” Bryan said, his voice brimming with excitement. He reached for my hand, and I felt his warmth steady me. “We’re engaged!”

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Alice’s smile froze for a fraction of a second. She quickly recovered, offering a polite “Congratulations,” and leaned in to kiss Bryan.

What was that? Disappointment? Uncertainty?

Before I could dwell on it, her partner, Richard, stood up, tapping his glass with a spoon.

“Well, since we’re sharing news,” he began, grinning from ear to ear, “Alice and I have an announcement too. We’re engaged!”

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Bryan clapped enthusiastically, and I joined in.

Two engagements in one evening? This is unexpected.

But the surprises didn’t stop there. As the conversations unfolded, it became clear that Alice and I had chosen the same date for our weddings.

My dream venue in New York was already booked, but Alice admitted she’d always imagined her wedding there, too. She hadn’t been able to secure the booking in time.

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“I guess I’ll have to figure something else out,” she said wistfully.

Bryan, ever the peacemaker, leaned over and whispered, “Maybe we can work something out?”

He suggested that I give up the venue and move our wedding date. The request stung, but I couldn’t bear the thought of creating a rift between us or with his mother.

“If it means that much to her, I’ll do it.”

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Alice’s reaction was immediate and heartfelt. “Thank you, Maya. I don’t know how to thank you for this.” She smiled warmly, the tension from earlier melting away. “Let’s go dress shopping together on Black Friday. My treat.”

It felt like a strange olive branch, but I nodded.

“Sure,” I said, unsure of what to expect.

After all, how bad can shopping with my future mother-in-law really be?

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***

On Black Friday, my alarm buzzed before the sun even rose. I groaned but rolled out of bed, reminding myself this was for my wedding dress. A little sacrifice was worth it.

I threw on layers to combat the cold and headed out, clutching my thermos of coffee like a lifeline.

When I arrived at the store, the line was already forming. The air was biting, and I shuffled from foot to foot, trying to stay warm. Each time someone joined the line behind me, I glanced at my phone. Alice was running late.

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Where is she?

Finally, 20 minutes before the store opened, Alice showed up. A gaggle of her friends, all laughing and clutching coffee cups, trailed behind her.

They looked far too cheerful for such an ungodly hour and judging by their rosy cheeks and bubbly chatter, I suspected a little champagne had been involved.

“Maya, you’re a lifesaver!” Alice said, patting my arm like I’d been holding the line just for them.

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Without so much as a thank you, her friends breezed past me into the prime spot I’d frozen myself for. My red nose and stiff fingers were invisible.

“Sure,” I muttered under my breath.

When the doors opened, chaos erupted. Women swarmed the racks like bees to honey, and Alice’s friends were no exception.

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“Oh, Maya, this one’s perfect for you!” one of them chirped, holding up a dress with more ruffles than a flamenco costume. Another waved a gown that sparkled so much it could double as a disco ball.

“Thanks, I’ll…think about it,” I said. I darted between the racks, trying to escape their well-meaning but overwhelming advice.

Finally, I spotted a few dresses that looked promising. Clutching them like a prize, I headed to the fitting rooms.

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The little cubicle felt like a sanctuary after the madness outside. I pulled on a dress and turned, examining myself in the mirror. It was almost perfect, but something was missing.

Then I heard Alice’s voice. It drifted through the thin fitting room walls. “She’s a nice girl, but…”

My heart sank. “But” was never a good sign.

“She announced her engagement just days ago, and now everyone’s forgotten about my proposal!” Alice’s voice dropped, but I could still hear every word. “That was supposed to be my moment! I won’t let her outshine my wedding.”

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I froze, the zipper of the dress halfway up.

Outshine her? Bryan’s happiness is all I cared about. How could she see me as a competition?

Deciding to act like nothing had happened, I stepped out and pretended to browse. That’s when I saw it! The dress. Simple yet stunning, it was everything I’d imagined.

I reached out, but just as my fingers brushed the fabric, another hand appeared. Alice’s hand.

“Oh no, you don’t,” she said with a laugh.

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“I saw it first,” I replied, gripping the hanger tighter.

“I think you’ll find I did,” Alice shot back, tugging at the dress.

The tug-of-war began. Women around us stopped to watch as we wrestled over the gown like it was the last life raft on a sinking ship.

“Let go!” I hissed, yanking harder.

“You let go!” Alice retorted, pulling with surprising strength.

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Then, with a loud “rrriiiip,” the dress tore straight down the middle. The room went silent except for the collective gasp of the onlookers. Alice and I stood frozen, each holding half of the ruined dress.

“Well,” she said finally, “I guess we’re even now.”

***

Bryan’s face paled when I told him what had happened. “You tore the dress? Together? How does that even happen?”

“It’s not the dress,” I said sharply. “It’s what she said.”

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My voice trembled, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Alice doesn’t even care about us. She thinks I’m stealing her moment!”

Bryan ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “Maya, you might’ve misunderstood. Mom isn’t like that.”

“Misunderstood? I heard her, Bryan. Every word.”

The argument spiraled. He wanted to play peacemaker, but I was done. Hurt and exhausted, I took off the engagement ring and placed it gently on the kitchen counter.

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“I can’t do this right now,” I said, grabbing my coat. “I’m going back to New York.”

“Maya, wait. Don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”

But I shook my head. “I need space.”

Stepping out into the snowy driveway, I realized how quickly the storm had worsened. No taxis were running, and my phone had no service. I felt trapped, stuck in that town.

Alice appeared in the doorway. “Maya, I’ll drive you.”

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The last thing I wanted was to spend more time with her, but I didn’t have another option. Reluctantly, I climbed into her car.

We drove in silence for a while, the tires crunching over fresh snow. But then, instead of heading to the airport, Alice pulled into the parking lot of a small workshop. I frowned, glancing at her as she turned off the engine.

“This isn’t the airport,” I said.

“Just come inside, Maya. Please.”

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I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed her into the building. The smell of fabric and the soft hum of sewing machines filled the air. Then, I saw it.

There, on a mannequin, was the dress. The very one we’d ruined, now repaired and adorned with delicate embellishments—tiny beads that shimmered like morning dew and intricate lace added to the sleeves. My breath caught.

“It’s… it’s perfect,” I whispered, taking a hesitant step closer.

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Alice stood behind me, her hands clasped nervously. “I asked them to fix it. And to add a few touches. I thought… well, I thought it might be something you’d still want.”

I turned to her. “Alice, why would you do this?”

“Because I owe you an apology, Maya. I let my insecurities and selfishness get in the way. This wedding, this whole idea of perfection blinded me. I was so afraid of losing my happiness again that I forgot to make space for anyone else’s.”

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“You didn’t have to go this far to make it right.”

“Yes, I did,” she said firmly. Her voice softened. “You’re going to be a part of this family, and I don’t want our relationship to start on the wrong foot. You’re good for Bryan, Maya. I see that now.”

For the first time, her words felt genuine, and something inside me eased. I reached out, touching the soft fabric of the dress.

“Thank you, Alice. This means… it means a lot.”

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A small smile played on her lips. “I’m just glad it turned out okay. And you’ll look stunning in it.”

I laughed. “We’ll see if I even fit into it after all the stress-eating this week.”

Alice chuckled. It felt like the first true step toward understanding each other.

When we got back to the house, the tension had melted. We talked late into the night, and Alice suggested something unexpected.

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“Why not share the day? Two families becoming one. Isn’t that what this is all about?”

It felt right. Bryan’s face lit up when we told him, and we toasted to a new beginning. That night, I realized perfection wasn’t about venues or dresses. It was about the people who shared the moments with you.

Alice and I became family. And that was the greatest gift of all.

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