In the end, I didn’t apply to the university. Instead, I walked into the nursing home office and handed them a check for $50,000.
“Use it, Miranda,” I said to the woman in charge. “Fix the leaky roof in the dining hall.
Renovate rooms.
Buy a new TV. Let’s make life here better.”
I donated most of the money to charities for orphans.
And I kept a fair amount to get me into nursing school by night.
When I was qualified, I wanted to work at the nursing home properly. And full-time.
Mrs. Coleman seemed to know me better than I knew myself.
As I stood outside her room a few days later, watching the sunlight filter through the window, I realized something.
Maybe this was my dream all along.
What would you have done?
Source: amomama
