With a warm smile and an air of authority that only added to the mystery of the moment. A few neighbors gathered around, equally puzzled and curious. The helicopter blades slowly came to a stop, and the man approached our doorway with confidence.
“Hello, my name is Michael Andrews,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. “I represent a group of philanthropists who have a keen interest in acts of kindness.”
I shook his hand, still trying to make sense of the situation. “It’s nice to meet you, but I must admit, I’m not quite sure what’s happening here.”
