My 15-year-old daughter kept complaining about nausea and severe stomach pain. My husband brushed it off and said, “she’s just faking it. Don’t waste time or money.” So I secretly took her to the hospital myself. The doctor stared at the scan and whispered, “there’s something inside her…” All I could do was scream.

The project had grown much faster than anyone in Oak Creek could have imagined. At first, it was just Harold buying water and Mike helping him to deliver it to those in need.

Then the neighbors began asking if they could contribute to the cause in their own ways. A woman named Mrs. Fletcher from the local bakery started donating money every single week to buy more supplies.

The local mechanic even offered his truck to help transport the heavy jugs to the community centers. The high school volunteer club joined in and turned the deliveries into weekend projects for the students.

Even the mayor of the town had visited once, though Harold had nearly chased him away when he saw the cameras. “I am not doing this for speeches or publicity,” Harold had said firmly to the officials..…continue reading…