When I was in my late teens, I babysat a young kid every Friday night. His mother was always thoughtful, bringing me snacks and a warm blanket to snuggle with after he went to bed. But one evening, she arrived home earlier than usual and handed me a box. I opened it and found a key inside.

I asked, “What’s this for?” She laughed and replied, “For your new room. You’ve been so wonderful with my son that I wanted to offer you a more permanent position—right here. “I’ve been secretly preparing the guest room for you to stay with us full-time.”

I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. She expressed how much they respected me and wanted to provide me with a place to live while I decided what to do next in life.