What should’ve been a quick gas stop on a long drive turned into something that changed my life. While filling up at a rundown station, I heard faint cries and discovered eight abandoned puppies in the back of a rusty truck. The attendant, Carl, said it wasn’t unusual—people often dumped animals there. I couldn’t leave them, so with nothing but a blanket, some water, and jerky Carl gave me, I loaded the shivering pups into my truck.
A nearby shelter was full, but a woman named Ruth who fostered strays took me in, taught me how to care for them, and helped place them into loving homes. Weeks later, only one remained—a scrappy gray pup with mismatched eyes. I realized I couldn’t let him go. I named him Lucky.
That detour gave me more than I expected: a best friend, a new purpose, and the reminder that life’s most meaningful turns often come from the unexpected.
