I looked at Sarah for a long moment when she finished, this woman I had barely spoken ten sentences to during all my months at St.

Jude’s, and I understood that she had done something that most people would never even think to do, at real risk to herself and for no possible gain.

She had reached into a garbage bin and rescued a stranger’s whole life from destruction, and then guarded it in her own safe for the better part of a year, quietly, telling no one, simply because it was right and because she had known it would matter to me.

There are people in this story who had millions and did monstrous things with them, and there was Sarah, who had a modest salary and a floor to manage and did this.