One blustery afternoon, Grace, a young woman who navigated the world of banking, was making her way home when something utterly stopped her in her tracks, chilling her to the very core. There, by a rain-swollen gutter, lay a teenage boy. He was utterly still, unconscious, his frail body shivering uncontrollably in the relentless downpour. His lips were cracked and dry, and his eyes were barely slits, flickering with a terrifying weakness. He was, quite literally, moments from death’s door. Grace let out a piercing scream, slammed on her brakes with a jolt, and flung herself out of her car, dashing straight towards him.

“Oh my heavens!” she gasped, dropping to her knees beside him. His breathing was alarmingly shallow, and his skin was burning with a fierce fever. Without a second thought, she scooped him into her arms. The sheer lightness of his fragile form startled her; it felt as though the very essence of life was barely clinging to him, threatening to slip away entirely.

She carried him carefully to her car and sped off to the nearest hospital. The boy’s name, as she would soon learn, was Divine. At a mere fifteen years old, he had already endured the harshest blows life could deliver. He had been raised by a devoted single mother who cherished him deeply. However, one fateful afternoon, tragedy struck with a cruel hand: his mother was killed in a car accident while on her way to pick him up from school.

Just three months after her burial, her extended family descended upon her belongings, seizing everything she owned—her home, her hard-earned savings, every cherished possession—and callously abandoned Divine, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that had suddenly turned cold. Lonely, perpetually hungry, and utterly heartbroken, he drifted through the streets. One day, a debilitating sickness took hold of him, rendering him terribly weak.

It was on that same stormy afternoon, weakened by hunger and illness, that he collapsed beside the overflowing gutter—the very spot where Grace, by some miracle, discovered him. At the hospital, doctors whisked him away into emergency care without a moment’s delay.

For what felt like an eternity, Grace sat outside the emergency ward, her clothes still soaking wet and her hands trembling, fervently praying that the boy would somehow pull through. When the doctor finally emerged, he shook his head, a look of utter disbelief etched on his face. “This boy…” he began, his voice laced with awe. “He wouldn’t have made it another hour if you hadn’t brought him in.”

Grace’s eyes welled up with tears. She didn’t know this boy, had never even heard his name before. Yet, an unwavering feeling deep within her soul told her she simply couldn’t walk away. When Divine finally regained consciousness, whispering his name faintly, Grace made a decision that sent ripples of shock through everyone who knew her…