While shopping at Target, Owen discovered three dinosaurs and clutched them tightly. I told him he could choose one—but then an older man walked by, and Owen greeted him with a cheerful “Hello!”
To my surprise, the man knelt and began playing dinosaurs with Owen. Moments later, he quietly slipped a $20 bill into Owen’s pocket. “Buy him all three,” he said, tears welling up. “I just lost my grandson. He loved dinosaurs too.”
I cried as he gently patted Owen’s back and whispered, “Boomer Sooner!” before walking away.
That night, I shared the story online, wanting to honor this stranger’s kindness. A woman named Lisa replied: “My dad met a little boy today who reminded him of my son, Caleb. He hasn’t smiled in days—until today.”
Her words took my breath away. I messaged her, and we cried together from miles apart. “Owen sleeps with those dinosaurs now,” I told her. “We’ll always remember Caleb.”
Weeks later, we saw Frank again—right in the same aisle. He smiled as Owen showed him his favorite dinosaur.
Because love never disappears. Sometimes, it just changes form—and comes back to us when we least expect it.
