Twelve years ago, on a freezing 5 a.m. trash route, I found abandoned twin baby girls in a stroller on the sidewalk. I called the police, stayed with them, and couldn’t stop thinking about them after they were taken away.
That night, my husband Steven and I decided to foster them. They were later diagnosed as profoundly deaf, but we didn’t hesitate—we learned sign language, went through the system, and brought them home.
We named them Hannah and Diana.
Life was chaotic, exhausting, and beautiful. We struggled financially, learned ASL together, and raised them as our own. Over time, they thrived—Hannah became an artist, Diana a builder and designer. By 12, they were creating innovative clothing ideas for kids with disabilities.
Then everything changed again.
A children’s clothing company called BrightSteps contacted us: they wanted to turn the girls’ school project into a real adaptive clothing line. The projected deal was worth over $500,000.
The same twins I once found freezing on a sidewalk were now being recognized for changing other children’s lives.
That night, looking at their baby photos, I realized something simple: I didn’t just save them. They saved me too.