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“I’m Sarah’s husband,” I said. “Who are you?”
With tears in his eyes, he replied, “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just needed to say thank you.”
That donor, he discovered after her death, was my wife.
The biker explained he visited to honor Sarah and share updates about his now-healthy daughter, Kaylee.
Soon, he and Kaylee became part of our lives, joining my family at the cemetery each week.
Sarah’s quiet act of kindness lived on—reminding us that true generosity needs no audience, only heart.
