It happened in a heartbeat — the kind of moment a person doesn’t see unless God or instinct taps them on the shoulder and says, “Look.”
And her heart nearly stopped.
A tiny figure stood alone in the middle of the busy road — small, barefoot, wearing nothing but pajamas that fluttered in the morning breeze. The child couldn’t have been more than a few years old, his hair tousled, his steps uncertain, his eyes scanning the world as if he didn’t understand where he was or how he got there.
Cars drove past him.
People hurried by.
No one noticed.
But Barbara did.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, already pulling the bus to a halt. “Look at the baby out there by himself.”
Her voice trembled in the bus’s security camera footage — a mixture of fear, shock, and something deeper… something maternal.
She didn’t wait for permission.
She didn’t think twice.Continue reading…
