happened?” I sighed, the events of the day washing over me again. “I spoke up about some unethical practices. They didn’t like that, so they found an excuse to let me go.”Mrs. Stewart was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “You know, my husband and I run a small business. We might have an opening. Would you be interested in coming in for an interview?” I blinked, not sure I’d heard her correctly. “Are you serious?”She smiled. “Absolutely. Anyone who’d go to such lengths to help a child in need is someone I’d like to have on my team.” As we pulled up to my car, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. Mrs. Stewart handed me her business card. “Call me tomorrow,” she said. “We’ll set something up.” I clutched the card, a spark of hope igniting in my chest. “Thank you. I will.”The next morning, I woke up feeling lighter than I had in weeks. I’d told Mom everything that had happened. About losing my job, saving Chelsea, the potential new opportunity… everything. She’d hugged me tight, pride shining in her eyes. “I always knew you were meant for great things, darling!” Now, as I dialed the number on Mrs. Stewart’s card, my heart was racing again, but this time with excitement rather than fear.”Hello, Mollie,” Mrs. Stewart’s warm voice came through the phone. “I’m so glad you called. How would you feel about coming in for an interview this afternoon?” I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “I’d love to. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” “No, Mollie,” she said, and I could practically hear the smile in her voice. “Thank you. You saved our daughter. This is the least we can do.”As I hung up the phone, I felt tears prick my eyes. But for the first time in a long while, they were tears of joy, not sorrow. I was so happy and realized that it’s indeed true: When God shuts one door, He always opens another. And sometimes, that new door leads to places you never could have imagined.