I TOOK A PREGNANT WOMAN TO THE HOSPITAL ONE NIGHT — A FEW DAYS LATER, HER CALL CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER

It was raining heavily that night. I had just finished work and just wanted to go home, change into dry clothes, and drink some hot coffee. As I was driving home, I passed a woman on the side of the road—soaked, shivering, and clearly struggling to breathe. When I caught sight of her, I noticed that she was pregnant, and she looked like she was about to give birth.

“Brother… please… hospital…” she barely finished her words.

I immediately stopped the car and helped her get in. Her hair was soaking wet, and her hands were shaking as she held her stomach. The pain was obvious with every breath.

“Miss, don’t worry. I’ll take you to the hospital right away,” I said as I accelerated the car down the dark road.

There was no traffic, but I could barely see the road because of the heavy rain. With every drop of rain on the windshield, my chest felt like it was pounding. I didn’t know her. I didn’t know who she was, but I knew she needed help.

“What’s your name?” I asked, trying to lighten the situation a bit.

“Lea…” she replied, holding her stomach. “You?”

“Ryan,” I replied. “We’ll be at the hospital in a minute.”

When we reached the hospital, the nurses immediately took her away. I was left standing outside, soaking wet, watching her being loaded onto a stretcher. A nurse came up to me.

“Sir, thank you for bringing her here. If you hadn’t, she might not have made it.”

I just nodded. I didn’t know what to feel—fear, pity, or relief. But before I left, Lea turned to me and said something weakly:
“Thank you, Ryan… I owe you my son’s life.”

When I got home, I never saw him again. I don’t know what happened to him. But every night, I still think about that night—the rain, the anxiety, and the look of a mother fighting for her son’s life.

Three days passed. While I was eating breakfast, my cell phone rang. An unknown number.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Ryan?” the voice was familiar. “It’s Lea.”

I stopped. “Lea? How are you? How is the baby?”

“We’re safe. Thank God… and thank you,” she said, still sobbing. “I want to thank you in person. Can I see you?”

I agreed. We met at the park. She was carrying a small basket, a blanket inside—and there, the baby was sleeping soundly.

“Ryan,” she said with a smile, “this is Gabriel. I named him after ‘angel’—because you were our angel that night.”

I didn’t know how to answer. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. But before I could speak, she handed me an envelope.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Please open it when you get home,” she said with a smile.

When I got home, I opened the envelope. There I read the letter:

> “Ryan, you have no idea how important what you did. I lost my husband two months before I gave birth. I have no relatives here. I have no one with me. Every night, I just pray that someone will help me when the time comes.

You are the answer to my prayers. I want you to know that you have not only changed our lives. Because of you, my belief in the goodness of people has returned.

I have a small pastry business. On the back of this letter, there is an address. I want you to be a partner in it. I want us to start over—both with new hope.”

I was speechless. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. I was just an ordinary man being kind in the rain—but now, my life has a new direction.

Months passed, and Lea and I became friends. We often sold pastries together on the corner, with a smile on our faces and a hot cup of coffee by our side. Baby Gabriel, I often carried while we were selling.

One night, as I watched her and her mother, I suddenly said:
“Lea, sometimes, those nights that you thought were bad—that’s the beginning of the best part of your life.”

She smiled, and she replied weakly:
“Maybe God sent you for us, Ryan.”

I smiled too. “Maybe He sent us both… for each other.”

And under the stars, as the mist began to thin, I felt like I finally had a reason to smile every time it rained.