To the Man at the Auto Shop Who Asked About My Preemie Baby

Seven years ago, my daughter was born three and half months prematurely.

Every day was a battle for her, and every day was a battle for us financially. We had next to nothing and were living at The Ronald McDonald House in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and I was a thousand miles overdue for an oil change.

I found the cheapest place to spend my last $30 and naturally had to decline any extra services. As I waited for my car to be finished, a gentleman asked about the photo of a baby on my dash. I explained the circumstances of my daughter’s birth and fight, and he said we’d be in his prayers.


As I went to check out, I was told our bill had been covered. If I’ve ever needed help, it was right then, and I believe God sent me to exactly the place I needed to go.

I’ll never forget that man and am reminded of him any chance I get to pay it forward.

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