It was a rainy day when everything felt like it was falling apart. My fiancé had called off our wedding last week, and today, I lost my job. Driving home, weighed down by despair, I whispered to myself, “Stay calm, Mollie. Things will get better.”
Suddenly, a yellow school bus passed me. In the back window, a little girl was banging on the glass, terrified. Without hesitation, I chased the bus, honking and forcing it to stop. The driver was angry, but I rushed inside to find the girl struggling to breathe—she was having an asthma attack and didn’t have her inhaler.
Frantically, I searched through backpacks until I found her inhaler, which had been taken as a “joke.” Helping her use it, I watched her breathing ease and color return to her face. The bus driver apologized, and I promised to stay with her until her parents arrived.
Her mother, grateful, insisted on driving me to my car and offered me a job interview at their business. The next day, hope replaced my fear. What started as a terrible day turned into an unexpected new beginning—reminding me that even when doors close, others open in surprising ways.
