“The two men who saved your life are waiting to greet you right outside.”
Weak and exhausted from dehydration and the flu, I struggled to understand the doctor’s words—until she added, “Your babies are safe.” A deep knot in my chest finally loosened.
My collapse came after weeks of pushing through illness and fatigue. But the story starts long before that Monday.
Since age two, my twins Jesse and Lila were fascinated by the garbage truck’s roar and routine. Each Monday, they’d press their faces to the window, waiting to see Theo and Rashad—two sanitation workers who became more like superheroes.