When I collapsed one Monday, they noticed. They acted quickly, got help, and saved my life. The next week, I stood outside with the twins to thank them. Rashad hugged me and said, “We protect our people.” From then on, we started offering coffee, muffins, and drawings. They brought stickers. It became a sweet, unexpected friendship. Theo once asked if I’d ever tell the story. “It’s surprising how many people still need to hear about good people doing good things,” he said.

So I posted it online. It went viral. People donated. The mayor gave them awards. My twins got little hard hats. But what I remember most is the small stuff. Like when Jesse had a meltdown over taking turns, and Theo calmly knelt beside him and gave him a vest and a front seat. His whole face lit up. It was never really about the truck—it was about two men who kept showing up, week after week, in the chaos and mess of everyday life. Quiet heroes in orange vests.

Now, life is steadier. The twins are in kindergarten. I’m back at work part-time. But Mondays? Mondays are sacred. Jesse and Lila wait on the porch. I sit on the steps with coffee, thankful—for Theo and Rashad, and for the goodness that’s still out there. Tell someone who shows up like that. We need more of them.