My 12-year-old daughter cut off her hair to make a wig for a classmate with cancer… The next morning, the principal called me in a panic: “Come to the school IMMEDIATELY! You won’t believe what happened!”

completely silent, wrapped in that fragile miracle.

Then I noticed the men standing behind them: my late husband Jonathan’s coworkers. They had come because Letty’s gesture reminded them of him. One handed me an envelope in Jonathan’s handwriting, a letter he had left behind, certain that our daughter would one day do something incredibly kind. Through continue reading …