My stomach dropped.
“I survived because of her,” he continued. “She saved my life. And when I found out she passed… I promised I’d come here every week to thank her.”
He nodded once, then walked back to his Harley.
I never saw him again after that day.
But every Saturday at 2 PM, I go instead —
because now I understand how many lives my wife touched…
even the ones she never told me about.
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