The driver apologized, admitting he hadn’t noticed the emergency amid the chaos. Chelsea thanked me softly, and I promised to stay with her until she got home. At her stop, her parents were grateful and angry at the driver and the other kids.

Mrs. Stewart, Chelsea’s mother, offered me a ride and then a surprising opportunity: a job interview at their family business. That night, I told Mom everything. For the first time in weeks, hope filled my heart. When God closes one door, another opens and sometimes it leads to places you never expected.