“I know what it feels like to be alone and hungry,” she said.
Six months later, the Sawyer Fields Clinic opened.
There was no party or rich guests. Instead, hundreds of poor people, street workers, and old folks stood in line to see a doctor for free.
Alistair stood on a small wooden stage. Next to him was a big picture of Sawyer in his school clothes.
“This place is open because a ten-year-old boy wanted to heal poor people,” Alistair told the crowd. “It also stands here because rich adults cared more about money and family names than a child’s life. I was one of them.”
The reporters listened quietly.
“I am not here to ask you to forgive me,” Alistair said. “I am here to promise that no poor family will ever be hidden or hurt by rich people again.”
He took some scissors and walked to the front door. Nellie walked next to him using her new leg and a cane. She walked slow, but she looked straight ahead.
