He had even typed a terse text message to Kate telling her that she needed to remember her text books and that he wasn't going to run home and get her chemistry book for her.
For some reason, he told us, he erased the text message and wrote another one telling Kate he would go back to the apartment and get her book. "She's a good kid and she's getting an A in Chemistry so I figured why not?"
At the apartment complex, he climbed the first set of cement steps, rounded the corner to climb the second set of steps and saw a toddler - about 16 months old - crawling up the stairs.
"She stood up and started falling backward right when I was behind her," Bryan said. "I caught her and carried her down the stairs."
He knocked on a few doors. No one answered. He was ready to take the little girl to the manager’s office when a 20 year old man opened a door and told Bryan he thought the little girl was in her room.
Bryan told the kids and I that he was in such shock that he didn’t say anything.
All he thought about, he said, was what if he wasn’t there at that moment? The little girl could have fallen, could have crawled where the cars are, someone could have taken her…
Chance or fate?
fate
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