I chased the bus, forcing it to stop. Inside, I found the girl gasping for air, struggling through an asthma attack while other children laughed. They had hidden her inhaler as a cruel prank. Desperation took over as I searched every backpack until, finally, I found it. Her name was Chelsea, and as her breathing steadied, she whispered a quiet “thank you.” That single word meant more to me than anything I’d lost that day.
