For my wedding, my grandma gifted me her old, torn sofa. My husband didn’t want it in our “modern home.” 11 years later, we divorced.I moved out and sent the sofa to be fixed.When the repair guy saw it, he turned pale. He said the sofa was very old and worn down and would need a lot of work. I told him I wasn’t in a rush—he could take his time.The next day, the repair guy called, panicked: “Come fast!” I froze when I saw stacks of money and a few gold coins hidden inside the sofa. Along with them was a letter from Grandma.

It read: “These are for you in your dark days. I know you’ll find them when you’re destined to.”Turns out, my grandma had always known a day would come when I’d be in desperate need. She never liked my husband and didn’t truly approve of our marriage. Grandma was a wise woman—she thought ahead, planned for my future. She’s no longer with us, but she saved me when I needed it most.

When I got sick in high school, my parents were already stretched thin with bills. My older sister had just gotten into her dream university. Instead of going, she deferred her admission and started working full-time to help pay for my treatment. She never told me until years later, when I was healthy and about to graduate. She said, “I’d do it again. You matter more than any degree.” She eventually went back to school at 26 and still graduated top of her class. She’s the reason I’m alive and pushing to succeed.