I believed losing my husband in a tragic fire would be the hardest thing my son and I would ever endure.
I never imagined that a pair of worn-out sneakers would challenge us in a way that would change everything.
My name is Dina, a single mother raising my eight-year-old son, Andrew.
Nine months ago, Andrew lost his father. Jacob was a firefighter, a man who ran toward danger when everyone else ran away. That night, he rushed back into a burning house to save a little girl around Andrew’s age. He succeeded in getting her out—but he never made it back himself.
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