Bob Hollis was running late.

The 40-year-old had just received a call from a Florida hospital: a girl had been delivered, and he was identified as the father.

Bob and his wife Mary had no children of their own and had adopted three, something they both deeply wanted. Their home had been expanded to accommodate the growing family, and Bob had even been renovating it in preparation.

Having grown up in foster care himself, Bob felt a special calling.

“If I can help those kids grow up to be the best of themselves, then I feel like I’ve made a huge difference,” he had once told Mary.

Bob was also father to two grown children from his first marriage to Ellen. He met Mary two years later, and after dating for a few months, they married. They tried for a child naturally, but initially had no success.

Finally, their persistence paid off: Mary became pregnant.

After deciding to travel, Bob booked Mary—who was due in two months—on a plane to Florida, a place she had always wanted to visit. But when she arrived, she went into labor immediately and was rushed to the hospital.

Tragically, she passed away during childbirth. Bob was informed that, due to the newborn’s age, he had to bring her home immediately.

When he reached the hospital, he met an 82-year-old volunteer recently widowed, Mrs. Sticks.

“What happened?” he asked as soon as he entered her office.

“Have a seat, Mr. Hollis,” she said calmly.

“I’m better off standing,” he replied.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Hollis, but your wife suffered complications giving birth,” she explained.

Bob cried bitterly while Mrs. Sticks quietly observed, giving him space to grieve.

After a few minutes, she spoke again.

“As I understand, you’ve come for the child. I need to make sure you’re prepared to care for her,” she said.

“Call me if you need anything,” she added.

At the airport boarding gate, Bob encountered another obstacle.

“Is this your child, sir?” asked the airline agent.

“Of course she is,” he replied.

“I’m sorry, but she’s too young to fly. How old is she?”

“She’s four days old. Can I board now?” Bob asked, frustrated.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you need her birth certificate, and she must be at least seven days old before traveling,” the woman said firmly.

“What? Are you saying I have to stay here for a few days? I have no family nearby!” Bob exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, it’s policy,” she replied, turning to the next person in line.

With night approaching and no other option, Bob remembered Mrs. Sticks, the kind volunteer from the hospital.

“Hello, Meredith,” he said. “I need your help.”

“Compassion still thrives in this world,” he thought as she agreed.

Bob stayed at her house for more than a week before he was able to return to Texas.

He couldn’t believe her generosity and always referred to her as a true angel. Even his daughter seemed to sense it—she would light up at Meredith’s voice.

During his stay, Bob learned that Mrs. Sticks had four adult children, seven grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren.

Once he received his daughter’s birth certificate, he was permitted to return home, but he continued to stay in touch with Meredith.

Later, a lawyer contacted him at her funeral and revealed that Mrs. Sticks had left him part of her inheritance, just as she had done for her own children.

In honor of her kindness, Bob donated the inheritance to a charity he founded together with her four children.