Cleo has always trusted her instincts.
As a taxi driver, she learned to navigate the twists and turns of the city streets and the unpredictable human nature that rode with it. But on that rainy night, when she found out that she had lifted a bloody stranger, something in her intestine told her that she wasn’t an ordinary fare.
She knew little that her decision to offer help would be in motion of an event chain that would not only change her life but also reveal a hidden world of danger and wealth that she could never have imagined.
The normal night she planned would soon retreat to an extraordinary revelation – the one that would let Cleo question everything she thought, knowing about the kindness, fate, and the people she had encountered.
Cleo was a taxi driver for two years, and now she thought she had all this. She listened to countless stories, wiped a fair proportion of tears, and became adept when they were reading people before they entered the cabin.
Her thoughts were driven by the pain she suffered five months ago. After sharing reports of her pregnancy with his husband Mark, he left unexpectedly, exhausted their bank account, and let it work for hours to support the child separately.
Now, just a few weeks from the due date, Cleo’s attention was alerted to a lonely figure that hit the highway on a rainy day. A man dressed in a ragged dress was limping his arm pressed on his chest.
Although it was risky for an eight-month-old pregnant woman, CLEO could not ignore her instincts. She bent out of the window and asked, “Are you okay? Do you need help? “The stranger, bleeding and visibly desperate, begged,” I just have to get somewhere safe. “Cleo unlocked her door without a second thought, and he collapsed into the back seat.
When she was driving, Cleo realized they were followed. The headlights in her rear-view mirror grew brighter, and she knew they were not friendly. With professional accuracy, she lost the trailing car and brought the men to the hospital. He thanked her when he got out, but Cleo barely gave it a second thought when she headed home, exhausted and ready for a quiet rest.
But in the morning everything changed.
Outside the home, the area was surrounded by men in suits, and Cle’s heart raced. Has she helped unknowingly yesterday before?
The man approached and explained, “You helped our son, Archie, last night.” The name “Atkinson” meant nothing to Cleo, but the mention of Archie’s name soon revealed the truth – Atkinson was a billionaire family behind a massive technological empire. Their son was kidnapped three days earlier, and Cleo unknowingly saved him.
Archie, grateful, explained, “I saw my chance to escape and I wouldn’t do it without you. I owe everything to you. ”
Although Cleo was impressed and tried to refuse, Mr. Atkinson insisted, “It’s just a little thank you to save our son.”
Then Archie leaned forward with the proposal: Cleo should lead a new initiative for the safety of the community for the foundation of his family – an initiative to encourage more people like her, willing to help others without hesitation.
When Cleo accepted the offer and watched the SUV convoy leave she felt her relief washed over her. The weight of the last few months has risen, and for the first time in a long time, she felt hope and lightness in her heart.
When Cleo stood there, she watched as he disappeared on the motorcycle, she realized that the unexpected twists of fate not only changed the course of her life but also restored her sense of purpose. It seemed that the weight of the last few months, full of grief and struggle, lifted when it took the opportunity to change its community. Cleo, once a woman who weighed the burden of her problems, now found to inspire others with her courage and compassion. The kindness shown by foreigners in a rainy night came a full circle and brought hope and new beginnings.
