Last Friday night, my husband and I just wanted a peaceful dinner at our favorite spot. But what happened turned into something out of a movie—so much drama that the entire restaurant went completely silent. Hi, I’m Dana. I’ve been a third-grade teacher for 22 years. It’s not fancy work, but I truly love it. The kids make me laugh, keep me young, and remind me every day that kindness matters—even when it’s hard. I’m 45 now, and even though life didn’t give us children of our own, my husband

The sun was shining through the stained-glass windows of the small church, casting beautiful rainbow colors across the wooden benches. It was the perfect spring day. The aisle was lined with white roses, their sweet smell mixing with the soft scent of the candles burning all around us. Eighty of our closest family and friends filled the seats, dressed in pastel colors, smiling, and whispering with excitement. Soft music from a string quartet filled the air as I stood nervously at the altar, adjusting my cufflinks again and again. I