— “She said you’d become true brothers, and that together you’d help a lot of other families. Said her gift wouldn’t end with her—it would live on through your hands.”
Andrew felt a chill. How could she have known all that before Sam even met them?
— “Mr. Henderson,” Karen asked, “did she always know things like that?”
— “Always. She had a way of seeing people’s futures. Especially when it came to healing and family.”
That evening, at the small inn where they were staying, the family had a conversation that would define their path forward.
— “Sam,” Andrew said. “After today, I realized something. What you’re doing isn’t just about healing individuals. It’s about bringing families back together, giving them hope, and showing them that miracles can come in simple packages.”
— “It’s about connecting hearts,” Karen added.
Sam sat on the bed between Andrew and Karen, with Matthew next to him.
— “I want to do something,” Sam said. “I want to start a foundation in my grandmother’s name. To help not just kids like Matthew, but whole families who have lost hope.”
— “That’s a wonderful idea,” Andrew agreed. “How do you see it working?”
— “We can train other people who have a heart for this. We can teach them Grandma Rose’s methods so they can help people in other places.”
Matthew got excited.
— “And we can travel and meet other kids who need us!”
Karen smiled.
— “You two have it all figured out, don’t you?”
— “Grandma always said a gift is only useful if you share it,” Sam explained. “If we only help the people who come to us, so many others will keep suffering in places we don’t know about.”
Andrew made a decision.
— “Then let’s do it. We’ll start the Rosewood Foundation and take this hope across the country.”
Six months later, the Rosewood Foundation was officially up and running. Andrew used a portion of his savings to create a training center where Sam taught his methods to people who showed a natural aptitude for emotional healing. Matthew became Sam’s right-hand man, especially helping kids who were scared of the process. His own story made him incredibly effective at building trust. Karen found her own calling in supporting the families, organizing support groups where parents could share their fears and experiences.
— “Sam,” Matthew said one morning as they prepared to welcome a group of kids from out of state, “do you still remember the day we met?”
— “Of course. You were wearing a white t-shirt and looking like you’d lost your best friend.”
— “And you were barefoot and covered in mud.” Matthew laughed. “Who would’ve thought all this would come from that?”
Sam looked around the center they’d built. There were therapy rooms, a library of the healing stories he’d written, a garden for medicinal plants, and a workshop for preparing the clay according to Grandma Rose’s recipes.
— “You know what I think, Matthew?”
— “What?”
