We helped people recovering from serious accidents rebuild their lives.
We funded therapy.
Mobility equipment.
Job training.
And two months earlier, our foundation had opened a new youth rehabilitation center less than thirty minutes from that café.
We were looking for a recreation coordinator.
Someone who could organize activities for teenagers learning to live with major injuries.
The position didn’t require a college degree.
Training was included.
What mattered most was patience.
Empathy.
And the ability to look at an injured teenager without seeing only what they had lost.
I knew someone who could do that.
The next morning, I returned.
Jason was wiping down a table.
When he saw me, he laughed.
“You really like this café.”
“I didn’t come for coffee.”
I walked over and placed an envelope on the table.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
Jason looked suspiciously at me, then pulled out the papers.
