Madison runs an animal rescue fund now. Calls it “Daisy’s Angels.” Kids donate tooth fairy money. Bikers donate real money. We’ve saved seventeen dogs so far. Paid for surgeries. Medications. Gave families time they wouldn’t have had.
All because a seven-year-old girl believed angels rode motorcycles.
All because sometimes, when you’re angry at the world for taking good people too soon, you find a reason to be good yourself.
Daisy lived one extra year. Madison got to say goodbye properly. Tom got to see his daughter heal. And I got a family when I thought I’d lost my only one.
The note’s framed next to Madison’s drawing. Purple crayon on notebook paper. “$7.43. It’s all my tooth fairy money.”
It was enough. More than enough.
Because angels don’t need much money.Continue reading…
