Kindness doesn’t always come back in the way you expect. I learned that the hard way when I helped my neighbor, Arthur, by picking up his blind mother, Maria, from the hospital. I never imagined it would lead to a night with police officers in my living room accusing me of theft.Arthur had always given me a bad vibe—his polite smile never reached his eyes, and after his wife’s death,

he became even more withdrawn. Maria, his blind mother, was different—gentle, kind, and warm. One day, Arthur asked me to pick her up from the hospital. He had an emergency, he said, and she felt comfortable with me.I agreed, and when I arrived at their house after dropping her off, it felt like a place frozen in time—dark, musty, and barren of personal touches. I made Maria dinner, helped her with her meds, and left after ensuring she was comfortable,