My son won the lottery, kicked me out of the house, and said: “You’re worthless! Go live in a nursing home.” I wandered aimlessly to clear my mind. When I sat down on a bench, a homeless man walked up to me, smiled, and said: “You look just like my late wife…”

The smile that spread across Blaine’s face was like sunrise after the longest night of my life.

“Are you proposing to me, Glenda Morrison?”

I laughed through my tears, feeling lighter than I had in 15 years. “I suppose I am. Will you marry me again, Blaine? Will you help me figure out how to be happy again?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Yes, and yes, and yes.”

And sitting in that run-down diner, broke and homeless, but together again, I felt richer than Richard with all his millions could ever dream of being.Read Wellness Tips

Finding a lawyer willing to take our case without payment upfront proved almost impossible. Most of the attorneys we contacted took one look at our situation, a homeless man and a woman with $800 to her name, and politely declined to help.

But on our fourth day of searching, we met Sarah Chen at the legal aid office downtown. Sarah was younger than I’d expected, probably in her early 30s, with the kind of tired eyes that came from seeing too many cases like ours.