At 14, I was so poor that I pretended to forget my lunch rather than admit we had no food. I hid in the school library until my teacher, Ms. Grennan, quietly began leaving sandwiches for me.
Then one day, she disappeared without explanation.
Ten years later, after becoming a lawyer, I saw her name on a legal aid form. A false accusation had destroyed her teaching career, and she was now living in an apartment filled with dangerous mold.
I took her case, secured safe housing and compensation, then helped clear her name. A year later, her teaching license was restored, and she founded a literacy program for disadvantaged children.
At the opening, she hugged me and whispered, “You saved me.”
I shook my head. “No—you saved me first.”
