Madison’s Prayer and the Motorcycle Rider Who Answered It

As I sat beside her, I wondered about Madison — a little girl who believed a stranger on a motorcycle could be an angel. I also wondered about the father mentioned in the note. Why had he chosen abandonment instead of asking for help?

Before dawn, Daisy was resting peacefully, her stuffed duck tucked under her paw. I left my number with the clinic and told them I’d cover what I could. Some debts are paid with money.

Others are paid with compassion. Later that morning, I contacted local shelters and community groups, hoping to find Madison. By afternoon, I received a call.

A woman explained that a young girl had been searching online for her lost dog all night, terrified Daisy had been taken away forever. With careful coordination, we arranged a visit. When Madison ran into the clinic room and saw Daisy lifting her head, tail wagging softly, there wasn’t a dry eye in the building.

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