The Man on the Edge — And the Voice That Pulled Him Back.
That’s me in the photo — Kevin Berthia — standing on the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge. I didn’t wake up that morning planning to go there. I hadn’t mapped it out or written a note. In fact, I…
The Man with Nothing… Who Gave Everything.
On a crowded city street, where noise often drowns out compassion and people hurry past without making eye contact, there sits a man whose presence is quiet — but powerful. He has no home. No belongings to speak of. No…
He Wasn’t the Dog I Came For — But He Was the One Meant for Me.
I walked into the shelter that day with a clear plan. There was a dog I had seen online—young, full of energy, the kind of dog people line up to adopt. His photo had stayed with me for days, and…
We Said Yes – Because Every Child Deserves a Safe Place to Land.
The phone doesn’t ring at convenient times. It rings during dinner, just as spaghetti hits the plate.It rings during bedtime, when the house is finally quiet.It rings in the middle of a morning jog. Or at midnight. Or in the…
The Day a Professor Taught More Than Just a Lesson.
It was an ordinary day in a university lecture hall. Professor Sydney Engelberg stood at the front of the room, delivering his lesson with his usual calm, steady passion. The class was quiet, engaged—until a baby’s cry sliced through the…
The Stranger Who Pretended to Know Me—And Kept Me Safe.
It happened in the most ordinary place—a gas station on a Tuesday afternoon. I had just pulled in to fill up my tank when I noticed something that didn’t sit right. A young woman, maybe in her late twenties, was…
She Gave Me a Fuzzy Ball—And a Reminder of Goodness.
It was just another ordinary trip to Aldi. My cart squeaked slightly as I moved past the produce, mentally checking off items from my list—eggs, milk, cereal. The usual. I wasn’t expecting anything special. Just a quick in-and-out grocery run…
From Hope to Home Runs: The Extraordinary Journey of Aaron Judge.
On April 26, 1992, in a hospital room filled with uncertainty, a baby boy came into the world under circumstances that could have written a very different story. His birth parents, grappling with difficult realities, felt they couldn’t give him…
They Said My House Smelled Like Dogs. I Took It as a Compliment.
It happened at a dinner party, years ago—one of those semi-formal things with small talk and wine glasses clinking and polite laughter that never quite reaches the eyes. The topic somehow drifted to homes and decor, and someone, perhaps without…
First Class Kindness: When a Struggling Mom Was Lifted by a Stranger’s Grace.
Yesterday’s flight home had me frazzled before we even took off. Traveling with a baby is always unpredictable, but this time, it was clear James wasn’t feeling it. From the moment we boarded, his little body was restless. His eyes…