My husband was terminally ill and I was caring for him full time. I was exhausted and concerned about our finances. Early one morning, the doorbell rang. By the time I got to the door, no one was there but there was a plastic shopping bag hanging on the screen-door handle. I looked inside and found well over $3,000 in cash, all in small and medium bills. A minute later, the phone rang and the person on the other end asked me if I had found the bag. When I asked who I could thank, the person said, “It doesn’t matter. Just know that you are both loved.” And then he hung up. I never found out who was responsible or who knocked on our door that morning.