Driving home after losing both my job and wedding plans, I noticed a little girl banging on a school bus window, clearly in distress. I sped after the bus, forcing it to stop. Rushing on, I found Chelsea, struggling to breathe from an asthma attack. Her inhaler was missing—taken by another child as a joke. After finding it, I helped her recover.
Grateful, Chelsea’s parents thanked me. Her mother, Mrs. Stewart, offered me a job interview after hearing I’d just been laid off. The next day, I called her, realizing that when one door closes, another truly opens.
