My son died at 16. His college fund had $80K.

My son died at 16. His college fund had $80K. My coworker’s son needed a transplant, so I gave all the money. My husband left: ’You betrayed our child.’ I moved and cut ties.
6 years later, I got cancer. A stranger walked into my hospice room. I froze when he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “Mrs. Patterson? I’m Daniel. Your old coworker Sarah’s son. You saved my life when I was 14.”
He sat down. “After my transplant, my mom tried to find you to pay you back. Your husband said you’d moved and cut all contact. We hired a private investigator last year. Took him 8 months.”
He handed me an envelope. “$80,000. My mom’s been setting aside money for years. She died last year but made me promise I’d find you.”
Inside was also a photo: Daniel in a white coat. “I’m in my second year of med school. Specializing in cardiology. I’m going to save kids like me, because someone believed I deserved a chance.”