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until one day I approached him.
“I’m Sarah’s husband,” I said. “Who are you?”
With tears in his eyes, he replied, “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just needed to say thank you.”
Years earlier, his daughter had been gravely ill, and an anonymous donor paid her medical bills.
That donor, he discovered after her death, was my wife.
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