Some memories don’t fade; they burn like the fire I ran through as a child to save a little girl. Twenty-three years later, I found myself staring at an old photo from that night on my new boss Linda’s desk. Who was she, and why did she have it? The answers changed everything.
When I was 12 years old, I saved a little girl from a burning house, risking everything to pull her from the flames. That single act of courage would end up changing both our lives in ways I could never have imagined.
