A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day.
Her mother was across the street selling daisies.
They were trying to raise money to save their ranch, so they wouldn’t be homeless.
The Founder’s Day Parade in town seemed the best place to sell their flowers.
Suddenly, a shot rang out!
Two men rolled on the ground, grappling beneath the murderous hooves. They fought wildly.
A left and a right! A left and another left! An uppercut to the jaw!

The fight was over, and so the ranch was saved.

At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly.
“Where is Lucy?”, she said weakly.
“She’s alive,” said the intern.

The young intern sat by himself in a corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned about life.
He had saved a life tonight.