The nanny wasn’t paying attention – again. Robert Thompson clenched his jaw as he watched from a distance, his expensive shoes crunching on the gravel path. His two-year-old daughter Emma sat patiently in her wheelchair near the duck pond, ignored by the woman paid to care for her.
Then a small miracle happened.
A barefoot boy in ragged clothes approached Emma with the cautious curiosity only children possess. In his tiny hands he held what looked like yesterday’s bread. Robert tensed, ready to intervene, until he saw the boy break off a piece and offer it to his daughter.
Emma’s responding smile hit Robert like a physical blow. Here was a child with nothing giving everything he had, while Robert – with his fortune and privilege – had been too busy to truly see his own daughter. That crust of bread became the catalyst for a transformation no amount of money could buy.
