Man Shovels Snow off Elderly Mom’s Porch Every Week Even after Becoming Wheelchair-Bound – Story of the Day

Despite being wheelchair-bound, Brett continued to shovel snow off his elderly mother’s porch. The neighbors thought it was odd because his mother never left the house. A neighbor approached him one day and asked why he did it, and the answer left her in tears.

Under the clouds in the shade of the trees of their backyard, little Brett and his mother, Perla, read stories together while the breeze gently ruffled Perla’s hair.

When their doggo, Charlie, ran up to them and threw his ball at Brett, asking him to play, little Brett frowned and said, “Charlie! Not now! Mommy is reading me stories.”

Brett, Perla, and Charlie were a family. When Perla gave birth to Brett, she didn’t know she’d welcome another son home. Charlie was that little son who meant the world to Brett.

But when Brett was 10, Charlie died. Following Brett’s father’s death, this was the family’s second loss. Perla was left alone with her son, and she raised him well. Little did they know that another storm would soon destroy their peaceful existence…

It had been one of those chilly winter mornings, with snow blanketing the entire city. Brett was on his way home to meet Perla. He was a fresh grad out of college who had bagged a job back in his hometown.

“Oh, honey! I’m looking forward to it!” Perla had exclaimed. “I can’t wait to see you when you get home!”

Perla waited for Brett for hours that day after cooking all of his favorite dishes—chicken pie, spaghetti, and meatballs—but he didn’t show up. Perla’s heart shuddered. She dialed Brett, and his phone was off.

“What happened to this boy?” she asked, clutching the phone close to her heart. “Is he in the taxi? Was his train delayed due to the snow?”

An hour later, the phone rang, and the news on the other end of the line broke Perla’s heart. She rushed to the hospital in the snowy weather, only to find her son unconscious on a hospital bed.

Brett’s taxi had met with an accident, and he was paralyzed in his legs. The doctors said he would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Perla cried. “Why God, why?” she asked Him. “Why would you do that to my dear son?”

Perla became Brett’s caretaker and years flew by. Brett was confident that as long as Perla was there for him, he could move mountains in that wheelchair—that’s how strong Perla had been for her son.

But then, fate intervened. Perla grew older and weaker, and who could beat the effects of aging?

Eventually, Perla didn’t even have the strength to leave her house. Brett was living an independent life in his wheelchair by then, and she was relieved that her son would be fine without her.

But Brett realized at that point that his mother needed him just as much as he had...