At our last home game, Isaiah wandered into the crowd and climbed onto a stranger’s lap. What seemed like a fleeting moment turned into something unforgettable.
Tonight, it happened again. The same woman. The same lap. This time, she cradled him, rocked him, and soothed him to sleep—like she’d known him forever.
I don’t even know her name, but I know this: in a world full of noise and division, kindness like hers still exists. And Isaiah found it.
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