A cold, wet wind whipped across the empty mountain road as John drove home, his German Shepherd, Barbara, dozing beside him. Up ahead, a slow-moving car caught his eye. Then, without warning, its rear door cracked open and something was tossed onto the roadside before the vehicle sped away.

At first, it looked like a garbage bag—until it moved.

John pulled over. Wrapped in a filthy blanket and tied with rope was a shivering two-year-old boy, soaked to the bone and barely conscious. John bundled him into his jacket and called for help. Barbara sniffed the child gently, as if she understood.

At the police station, officers revealed the boy might be the missing child from a foster facility—abducted by his mother and abandoned in the storm. Doctors said if John hadn’t stopped, the child wouldn’t have survived the night.

Later, staring into the dark sky, John realized this wasn’t chance. Sometimes, he thought, the world just needs someone willing to stop.