On a rainy night, a very pregnant taxi driver stops to help a homeless, injured stranger, offering him a free ride to the hospital. But the next morning, she wakes to find a convoy of SUVs outside her house, with suited men waiting to share a truth that would change her life forever.
Cleo had been driving taxis for two years, and by now, she’d seen it all: late-night partiers stumbling home, families racing to catch flights, and remorseful businessmen smelling of cocktails and secrets. She’d heard countless stories, dried her fair share of tears, and learned to read people before they even stepped into her cab.
As she navigated the foggy streets, her back ached, and her unborn baby’s kicks pressed against her ribs—a reminder that her night shifts were becoming unbearable. But bills didn’t stop for anyone, so she whispered to her belly, “Just a few more hours, love. Then we can go home to Chester.” She imagined her orange tabby, Chester, sprawled on her pillow at home, shedding fur everywhere as her only true companion.
Her mind drifted back to the heartbreak she’d endured only five months ago. She had excitedly shared the news of her pregnancy with her husband, Mark, only to learn he’d been unfaithful with his secretary, Jessica, who was also expecting. Within weeks, Mark left and drained their bank account, leaving Cleo to work endless shifts to provide for the baby alone.
Late one night, just three weeks before her due date, Cleo’s attention was caught by a lone figure struggling along the highway’s shoulder, drenched by the rain. Even from afar, he looked injured and desperate. He staggered in tattered clothes, one arm held to his chest as he dragged himself forward. Cleo knew she should keep driving, especially at eight months pregnant, but her instincts overruled caution. Rolling down her window, she called out, “Are you okay? Need help?” The stranger, visibly shaken and bloody, pleaded, “I just need to get somewhere safe.”
Without hesitation, Cleo unlocked her doors, and he collapsed into the backseat. She quickly realized they were being followed as headlights flooded her mirror. The stranger urged her to drive faster, and Cleo’s adrenaline kicked in, navigating the winding streets with the skill of a seasoned driver. Finally, she lost the trailing car and brought her passenger to the hospital. As he thanked her, she thought little of her good deed, returning home exhausted and ready for a quiet morning.
But that morning was anything but quiet. Cleo awoke to the rumble of engines outside and peeked out her window to see a dozen sleek black SUVs lining her street. Men in suits formed a perimeter around her home, and Cleo’s heart raced, wondering if she’d unwittingly helped a criminal the night before. Opening the door cautiously, she was met by a man in an expensive suit who introduced himself as James, head of security for the Atkinson family.
“Last night, you helped their son, Archie,” he explained. The name Atkinson meant little to Cleo until she realized they were the Atkinsons—the billionaire family with a tech empire. Their son had been kidnapped three days earlier, and the ransom set at 50 million dollars. She had saved Archie on the side of the road without knowing it.
Archie explained, “They moved me last night, and I saw my chance to escape. But I wouldn’t have made it without you. I owe you everything.” His father, overcome with gratitude, handed Cleo an envelope with a check that made her knees nearly give out.
“Please, sir, this is too much,” she stammered, but Mr. Atkinson insisted, “It’s a small thank you for saving our son.” He glanced at her belly and added gently, “No child should enter this world with a mother who has to worry about providing.” Tears filled her eyes as Archie leaned forward, proposing that she lead a new community safety initiative for their family’s foundation—an effort to foster more people like her, who aren’t afraid to help.
As Cleo accepted their offer and watched the convoy leave, she felt an unfamiliar lightness, the burdens of the past few months finally lifting. She glanced down at her belly and whispered, “Did you hear that, little one? Mommy’s night job just got a big upgrade. And we did it by just being human.”
Her photo wearing a bikini on the beach is being shared but thousands and when the camera zooms out we understand why
What was supposed to be a day filled with fun and joy turned into a tragic incident for the grad-student at The University of Georgia, Aimee Copeland.
That day in 2012, she and her friends decided to go on a trip to a small lake, where they could zipline over the water. This sounded like a great idea which they all loved the moment they heard it.
Unfortunately, when it was Aimee’s turn to have some fun, the the cable snapped and she fell down a cliff. Sadly, she lost her leg that day.
Aimee was rushed to the hospital, and once there doctors had more horrific news. Aimme contracted a very serious flesh-eating bacteria which infected her wound. It was a matter of hours if she would survive or live.
The bacteria she had is known as Aeromonas hydrophila. This bacteria easily leads to a life-threatening condition known as necrotizing fasciitis, commonly referred to as a flesh-eating disease.
It required 11 surgeries for her life to be saved, but she lost both her hands and legs which needed to be amputated.
However, as brave as she has been, this young woman didn’t let the tragedy stay on her way of living her life to the best of her abilities.
Four years after the incident, Aimee shared a photo of herself at the beach, wearing a bikini and putting a huge smile on her face.
Many found inspiration in the photo and it was soon shared on the social media thousands of times with many saying that Aimee is a true inspiration.
She’s proud of herself and of everything she managed to overcome, and what’s most, she’s proud of her body and the way she looks after the ordeal she had gone through.
“It has taken me a long time to become comfortable with and accept my new body. We are ALL made with imperfections and there is so much beauty in our flaws. The scars and skin grafting build character! It’s not about what you have — what you do with what you have is what really counts,” she wrote in the caption.
Today, Aimee is an advocate for amputee and disability rights, and she continues to inspire others through her public speaking engagements and social media posts. What’s most, she’s pursuing a PhD in psychology at the University of West Georgia.
She is the perfect example that nothing can take our dreams away, not even a tragedy like the one she suffered.
If you want to learn more about this gorgeous young lady check out the video below.
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