I had once believed that my life was measured by how much I could control. I controlled companies, negotiated contracts, and built a fortune large enough to influence entire industries.
Then I learned how little control a person might have in a moment of genuine need.
I could not purchase a stranger’s attention. I could not guarantee that someone would recognize my name or come to my aid. I could only depend on the decisions of people around me.
Two little girls had helped set that response in motion.
I did not become part of their family, nor did I expect to. Denise had welcomed a meeting and allowed me to express my thanks. I respected the boundaries she established and remained grateful for the chance to meet her granddaughters.
Through the community coordinator, I occasionally heard that the girls were doing well. They continued going to school, asking questions, and growing up at their own pace.
