From Orphanage to Altar—Then a Stranger Arrived With a Truth That Shook Our Marriage

That’s where I met Noah.

He was nine years old and sat in a wheelchair because of a congenital spinal condition. His legs were thin, his arms strong from pushing himself everywhere, and his eyes—those eyes were always watching. Most kids didn’t know how to act around him. Some were afraid of saying the wrong thing. Others avoided him altogether.

I didn’t.

On my first night there, I couldn’t sleep. I sat on my bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, listening to the sounds of children breathing and whispering. From the corner of the room, I heard a quiet voice.

“You’re new.”

I turned and saw Noah looking at me.

“That makes two of us,” he added, then smiled.

That was it. That was how it started.

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