Homeless Man Asked Me to Buy Him Coffee on His Birthday – Hours Later, He Sat Next to Me in First Class

I never believed in fate until I met Kathy. In just a month, she became my world, and despite others calling me crazy, I proposed. Now, I’m on my way to meet her parents for the first time.

Kathy warned me about her father, David—tough but kind-hearted. Arriving too early at the airport, I killed time at a coffee shop, where a shabby-looking man asked me for change to buy a cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee for his birthday. Instead of just giving him money, I bought him coffee and cake and listened to his story. Before leaving, I gave him $100, which he hesitated to accept.

Later, at Kathy’s house, my nerves returned—until I saw him. The man from the café, now in a sharp suit, was Kathy’s father.

“It was a test,” he revealed, wanting to see how I’d treat a stranger with nothing to offer. I had passed the first part. Then, he asked me to write a letter to Kathy, and when I finished, he welcomed me to the family.

At dinner, the tension lingered until I found a receipt from the café. It included an extra line: “Donation — $100.”

At that moment, I realized I wasn’t just joining a family—I was becoming part of something extraordinary.