Driving home through the pouring rain, I received a call from Mom. “Mollie, there’s a storm coming. Please be careful.” Her concern tugged at my heart; I hated worrying her.
Just a week ago, my fiancé had ended our engagement, and today, I lost my job after questioning unethical practices. I dreaded telling Mom; she had enough on her plate since Dad’s passing.
Suddenly, a yellow school bus sped past, and I noticed a little girl banging on the back window, her face contorted in fear. Without thinking, I chased after the bus, heart pounding.
I swerved in front, forcing the bus to stop. Rushing aboard, I found the girl, Chelsea, struggling to breathe. The other kids laughed, oblivious to the danger. I scoured her backpack, finally finding her inhaler. Administering it, her breathing steadied, and color returned to her face.
Chelsea’s parents were grateful, and Mrs. Stewart offered me a job interview. The next day, she called. “How would you feel about coming in this afternoon?”
I couldn’t believe it. One act of kindness had turned my day around.
