Madison’s Prayer and the Motorcycle Rider Who Answered It

I found the coins wrapped carefully in tissue. Daisy’s eyes were tired but trusting. I untied the chain, wrapped her in my jacket, and rode straight to the nearest emergency animal clinic.

The veterinarian acted quickly, easing her pain and explaining the swelling was serious but treatable. Before dawn, Daisy rested quietly with her stuffed duck under her paw. I left my number and promised to help however I could, knowing some debts are paid with compassion.

Later that morning, I reached out to shelters and community groups. By afternoon, a call came in—a little girl had been searching all night for her dog. When Madison ran into the clinic and saw Daisy lift her head, tails and hearts wagged together. She hugged me and whispered, “I knew an angel would come.” I smiled and replied, “Sometimes angels just ride loud motorcycles.”