Driving home, I spotted a little girl on a school bus, frantically banging on the back window in fear, and my heart sank. Despite my own turmoil—losing my job and a broken engagement—I couldn’t ignore her distress. I raced after the bus, panic rising as I realized she was having an asthma attack,
struggling for air without her inhaler. After a frantic search, I found it in another child’s backpack, just a cruel joke gone wrong. As I helped her breathe again, I learned she was being bullied, and my heart broke for her. After the bus ride, her grateful parents offered me a job at their small business, recognizing my efforts to help their daughter. It was a glimmer of hope on a day filled with despair, turning my luck around when I needed it most.
