“I don’t even know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything,” I replied.
She held the envelope and the cash tightly against her chest.
“Thank you,” she said again.
Then she walked out of the office with tears in her eyes.
“It’s not charity.”
Several months passed.
Work kept me busy, and the foundation continued to grow. We helped dozens of families enroll in training programs.
But every so often, I wondered about Lydia.
I hoped she’d stayed in the program.
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Then one afternoon, I stopped by the medical center to meet with the hospital’s training coordinator. Our foundation partnered with them frequently.
