I spent years saving every dollar for one dream — a cherry-red Mustang GT. I skipped vacations, nights out, and every indulgence, all for that car.Then one evening, everything changed.I passed through a rough neighborhood, like I always did on my way to work,
when I saw a little girl crying for help. Her father was gravely ill and had no one. I followed her to their tiny apartment and found him barely breathing.I called 911. At the hospital, doctors said he needed urgent treatment — but there was no insurance. No money.
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