Kentucky, 1938. Sarah’s horse collapsed. Books scattered. A farmer yelled, “Leave them! Storm’s coming!”
Sarah gathered the wet pages. “Little Emma’s been waiting three weeks for this fairy tale. Doctor said she’s too weak to recover.”
The farmer stared, then lifted her onto his horse. They rode through lightning.
They found Emma barely sitting up. Sarah placed the book in her tiny hands.
Emma’s eyes lit up, color returning to her cheeks. “The princess lives?” “Just like you will.”
That book saved her spirit—and her life. Stories heal.
Kentucky, 1938. A storm was coming. Sarah’s horse collapsed. Books scattered across the mud.
A farmer shouted, “Leave them!”
But Sarah didn’t.
She gathered the wet pages and said, “Little Emma’s been waiting three weeks for this fairy tale. The doctor says she’s too weak to recover.”
The farmer paused. Then he lifted her onto his own horse.
They rode through lightning.
When they reached Emma, she was barely sitting up.
Sarah placed the book in her hands.
Emma’s eyes lit up. Her cheeks flushed with color.
“The princess lives?” “Just like you will.”
That story didn’t just entertain. It revived her.
Because sometimes, the right story—at the right moment—can save a life.
Stories heal. And the people who carry them? They’re heroes too.
