Hello, ambulance? I… I found a baby in the entrance hall. It looks like someone dropped it off. Please come quickly

Christina was up before sunrise that morning — she needed to make a quick run to the store.

As she made her way to the front door, she noticed the familiar sight of her nephew’s toys scattered across the hallway floor.

She often babysat him, and though she had no children of her own, there was a quiet joy in the sound of a child’s laughter echoing through her home. For now, her life was centered around her career and personal goals, and she hadn’t yet met someone to start a family with.

After finishing her shopping, Christina’s bag was full: fresh bread, cheese, yogurt, fruit, and a few cans of peas in case she felt like whipping up a salad later. It was her day off — a rare chance to take care of things around the house without rushing.

As she returned home, walking along the peaceful path through her courtyard, she felt content. But just as she reached her building’s entrance, a faint sound caught her attention — a weak cry or moan. It sounded like a child.

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She paused, listening closely. The sound was coming from the stairwell, near the garbage chute where discarded furniture was often left. Curiosity mixed with worry pushed her forward.

Tucked in the shadows, she saw a small bundle — a baby, barely a week old.

His tiny face was pale, lips tinged blue from cold or hunger. Christina’s heart clenched in sh0ck and compassion.

Without hesitation, she called for an ambulance.

“I’ve found a baby… he looks abandoned. Please come quickly,” she told the dispatcher, providing her address.

While waiting, she knelt beside the infant, whispering softly, “It’s okay, little one… you’re safe now.”

Within minutes, the ambulance arrived. Paramedics rushed in, and Christina carefully handed over the fragile baby. The doctor checked him over and nodded gravely.

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“He’s alive, but weak. He needs medical care immediately. Are you his mother?”

Christina shook her head, emotion rising in her throat. “No… I just found him.”

After the ambulance sped away, Christina stood in silence, feeling shaken.

Back in her apartment, her groceries sat untouched on the table — cooking was the last thing on her mind. Later, she called her friend Oksana, needing to share the experience with someone.

That evening, Oksana arrived with a cake, and over tea, Christina recounted everything — the discovery, the fragile little life left alone in the cold.

“I keep thinking about him… What will happen to him now?” Christina wondered aloud. “Will he end up in an orphanage?”

Oksana nodded gently. “Most likely, unless his parents come forward. Or he’ll stay in the hospital until social services make arrangements. Are you thinking of helping him somehow?”

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Deep down, Christina’s heart was already stirring with a thought that frightened her: Could she possibly take this child in? The idea seemed impossible — she was single, with an ordinary job and only limited experience raising children. But her heart was restless.

The next morning, Christina received a call from a police officer handling the case.

“We’ll look for the mother, though it’s often difficult — people leave and disappear. Usually, in these situations, the child is placed in an orphanage or foster care.”

Later, unable to shake the image of the tiny baby, Christina called the hospital to check on his condition. Days passed, but the thought of him lingered constantly in her mind.

A week later, gathering her courage, she visited the hospital. There, under a warming lamp, lay the fragile little boy, asleep and snoring quietly. Seeing him, her heart filled with emotion.

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Returning home, Christina called her mother, who lived in another city.

“Mom, you won’t believe what happened…” she explained, voice shaking. “I found a baby… he’s in the hospital now, but I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Her mother was understanding but honest. “If you feel ready to be a mother, then go for it. But know that it won’t be easy, especially alone.”

Days later, Christina walked into the local child welfare office.

“My name is Christina — I found the baby in our building. I’d like to know if I can adopt him or become his guardian.”

So began a challenging new chapter of her life — collecting documents, undergoing health checks, and taking parenting courses.

Months passed. At the end of summer, Christina received the long-awaited news: she was approved to adopt the child.

In late August, the court hearing made it official. When the judge declared her the child’s legal mother, Christina could hardly hold back tears.

Ten days later, she held in her hands the baby’s new birth certificate, listing her as his mother.

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She celebrated quietly with Oksana, a few friends, and her mother, who came from afar. Everyone shared in her joy — and understood that her life had changed forever.

Girl’s letter to her future self, written months before she passed away

What most teenagers dream of is to go to college, travel the world, and have many friends. 12-year-old Taylor Smith, of Johnson City, Tennessee, was no different. This girl spent her days around her family and friends and loved watching a lot of Doctor Who. 

Smith outlined these plans in a letter she wrote to her future self in April 2013. The letter was placed inside a box in her room with the instruction “To be opened by Taylor Smith on April 12, 2023 only (unless said otherwise).”

Taylor Smith

Unfortunately, she didn’t live long enough to see whether those dreams would be accomplished. Just months after she wrote that letter, Taylor died of complications from a sudden onset of pneumonia.

Her parents, Tim and Mary Ellen Smith, were heartbroken. They couldn’t believe their girl was forever gone.

One day, as they were sorting through her possessions, they found the letter. As it touched them deeply, they decided to share it online and give others some solace.

Taylor Smith

As she shared her daughter’s letter, Marry Ellen wrote: “I can’t physically resurrect her, I can’t bring her back, but
I’m so grateful people have been inspired by her story.”

Taylor Smith

Below is Taylor’s letter and the words she wrote to herself.

Taylor Smith

Dear Taylor,

How’s life? Life is pretty simple right now (10 years in your past). I know I’m late for you, but as I’m writing, this is early, so; congratulations on graduating high school! If you didn’t, go back and keep trying. Get that degree! Are you (we) in college? If not, I understand. We do have pretty good reasoning, after all.

Don’t forget, it’s Allana’s 11th birthday today! Sheesh, 11 already? In my time, she just turned 1! I didn’t get to go to that party though, because I was in Cranks, Kentucky for my first mission trip. I’ve only been back for 6 days!

Speaking of, how’s your relationship with GOD? Have you prayed, worshipped, read the bible, or gone to serve the lord recently? If not, get up and do so NOW! I don’t care what point in our life we’re in right now, do it! He was mocked, beaten, tortured, and crucified for you! A sinless man, who never did you or any other person any wrong!

Now, have you gone on any more mission trips? Have you been out of the country yet? How about on a plane?

Is Doctor Who still on the air? If not, what regeneration did they end it with? You should go watch some Doctor Who! Later though, you gotta finish reading your own words of wisdom!

Do you have your own place yet? If we’re in college, what are we majoring in? Right now, I wanna be a lawyer.

Have you been to Dollywood recently? Right now, their newest attraction is the Wild Eagle. It’s so fun!

Also I think I’m going to sell my iPad and buy an iPad mini, Don’t forget to tell your kids that we’re older than the tablet! Attached I also have a drawing of an iPad, so you can show them.

Well, I think that’s all. But remember, it’s been 10 years since I wrote this. Stuff has happened, good and bad. That’s just how life works, and you have to go with it.

Sincerely, Taylor Smith

Beautiful words from an angel who was taken away from her family too soon!

If you were touched by Taylor’s words as much as we were, please share this story in her memory.

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