“Thank you, sweetheart! I’ll never forget this,” she said. I barely thought twice about it, just glad she was okay.
Two years later, life took a hard turn. I lost my mom to illness and spent every dollar I had on her treatments. I sold my car, my grandfather’s house, everything…but nothing saved her.
That Christmas, I was sitting alone in the dingy basement I was renting, and there was a knock at the door. None of my friends even knew where I was living. I opened it to find a man in a suit holding a red gift box with a bow.
“This is for you,” he said.
On the box was an invitation from the woman I’d saved on that flight. But what brought me to tears was when I finally opened the box.
