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.

Spring came early that year and the snow melted away to reveal the blooming trees of Oak Creek. The little yellow house was busy again and a new sign stood in the yard that read The Thompson Water Share.

Mike adjusted the sign until it was perfectly straight while children unloaded crates from the delivery van. Officer Garrett leaned against the fence and asked if Mike thought Harold would like the new sign.

“He would probably complain about it at first,” Mike said with a sad smile. “But secretly, I think he would really like what we have done here.”

Garrett nodded in agreement as Mike looked around the yard where everything had started months ago. Trucks now came and went every day and water flowed through the town like lifeblood for those in need..…continue reading…