It’s called Mike. Mechanic. Forty-seven years. Her daughter, Kaylee, was diagnosed with leukemia at nine. The insurance helped, but not enough. They sold their house. They worked non-stop. They raised money through their biker club. But they were still $40,000 short.
“I was drowning,” he said. “My little girl was dying and I couldn’t save her”.
“I told him everything,” he said. “How I had failed. How I was losing my daughter.”
Sarah listened. Without judging. Without fear. Just compassion.
