I Gave My Coat to a Cold, Hungry Mother and Her Baby – a Week Later, 2 Men in Suits Knocked on My Door and Said: ‘You’re Not Getting Away with This’

Eight months after losing my wife of 43 years, I thought the worst the quiet could do was keep me company—until a freezing Thursday in a Walmart parking lot, when I gave my winter coat to a shivering young mother and her baby. I figured I’d never see them again.

I’m 73, and ever since my wife Ellen died eight months ago, …