I Helped a Young Mom with Her Baby in a Grocery Store – Three Days Later, a Large Black SUV Was Parked Right Outside My House

Kayla stood in the doorway.

She looked different. Stronger. Clean clothes.

Hair brushed. Some color back in her face. The baby was snug in a gray sling against her chest, sleeping.

She walked over slowly, eyes shining.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I answered.

She stopped in front of me, hand resting over the tiny lump of her son’s back.

“You didn’t let me fall,” she whispered.

“Everything was spinning, and I couldn’t breathe, and those men were laughing, and I was sure I was going to drop him. Then you were just… there.”

My eyes burned again.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said. “You and the baby.”

“His name is Eli,” she said.

I reached out and gently touched his tiny socked foot.

“Hi, Eli,” I whispered.

He slept on.

I don’t know if what I did counts as saving anyone.

I just know this: sometimes you hold a stranger’s baby so she can breathe. Sometimes you tell her she’s not alone.

If this happened to you, what would you do? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the Facebook comments.