The memory of saving a little girl from a burning house still lingers vividly in my mind. At 12 years old, I acted on pure instinct, ignoring my neighbor’s warning, “Don’t go inside. You’re going to die.” The smoke burned my lungs as I crawled through a tiny window, palms seared, and my favorite jersey torn.

Inside, I followed her faint voice, eventually finding her under a desk. “I’m scared,” she whispered repeatedly. “I’m scared too,” I replied, “but we’re getting out alive.” As I lifted her toward the window, someone pulled her to safety and then me. A firefighter called me “the bravest young man I’ve ever seen,” placing his hat on my head. We posed for a photo that captured that life-changing moment.

Twenty-three years passed, and though I never heard from her again, I often wondered about her life. Then one day, after presenting my emergency response system prototype, I met my new boss, Linda. Nervous, I entered her office and froze at the sight of *that* photo on her wall.

“That’s me,” I said, realizing Linda was the girl I saved. She recognized me immediately, saying, “I could never forget your eyes.”

Our connection deepened, and we revisited the site of the fire. Surrounded by flowers, I proposed to her, saying, “This is where it all started, and this is where our new life begins.”