At thirty-four, Raymond was raising his seven-year-old daughter, Ashley, alone after losing his wife, Diana, two years earlier.
He worked night shifts loading trucks at a warehouse, barely earning enough to cover rent and groceries.
Life became even harder when Ashley developed a kidney condition requiring regular medication and medical appointments.
Then her health insurance unexpectedly lapsed.
Raymond had already sold his broken-down car to pay rent. Now he relied on coworkers for transportation and sometimes walked miles to work.
That Thursday evening, Ashley was curled beneath a blanket, clutching her favorite stuffed puppy, Buddy.
“Daddy, my tummy hurts,” she whispered.
Raymond looked at his remaining money.
It wasn’t enough for medicine and food.
Then he glanced at his wedding ring.
