Then she told him, ‘Sometimes miracles happen. Don’t give up hope.’
Two days later, the hospital called Mike with shocking news: an anonymous donor had paid the full $40,000.
Kaylee got her treatment. She recovered. She grew up.
For years, Mike had searched for the person who saved his little girl. He only found out six months ago, after discovering an old hospital receipt with a code that led him back to the donor. The name attached: Sarah Patterson.
“My wife,” I whispered.
He nodded. “I found her photo online. I recognized her instantly. I messaged her to thank her, but she never answered. Then I found her obituary.”
He swallowed hard. “So I came here. Every Saturday. To tell her that Kaylee’s alive. That her kindness saved a life.”
The Memory That Came Flooding Back
As he spoke, pieces of my own life clicked into place.
Fifteen years ago, Sarah and I had saved $40,000 for a kitchen renovation. One morning, she told me she’d spent it on “something important.” I was furious. We fought about it for days.
I remember her saying softly, “You’ll understand someday.”
