Derek was just a teenager when he jumped into a freezing river to save a dog he’d never seen before. He didn’t expect a thank-you. He certainly didn’t expect the black SUV that pulled up to his house the next morning or the man inside it who already knew his name. What was he about to walk into?

Derek was only 15, but fate had made sure he felt much older than his age.

Most kids his age were worried about grades, sports tryouts, and who was sitting with whom at lunch.

BUT DEREK WORRIED ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS.
He worried about things that he never said out loud because saying them would make them too real, and he’d spent a long time learning how to carry them in silence.

He had been diagnosed with a rare heart condition two years earlier, after a routine checkup turned into a series of increasingly serious conversations between doctors and his mother. He remembered sitting in the hallway outside the cardiologist’s office, watching his mom’s face through the small window in the door, and knowing from the way her shoulders dropped that the news wasn’t good.

Without a highly specialized surgery, Derek wouldn’t live past 20. The surgery was performed at a handful of hospitals across the country by a small number of surgeons who knew what they were doing. It could save his life completely.

It also costs more money than his mother would ever be able to put together.

She was a single mom who worked two jobs and still came home to make sure there was a hot meal on the table. She was the strongest person Derek had ever known, and he hated the look on her face when she thought he wasn’t watching. That look that was part guilt and part grief, like she was already mourning something she hadn’t lost yet.