30/07/2025
A poor single mother accidentally texted a billionaire asking for money for her baby's formula: this is how it all began
Leah Anderson sat in the small, dimly lit kitchen of her shabby apartment. It was 2:00 a.m. and her baby, Charlie, was crying nonstop in the next room. Leah had been awake for hours trying to comfort him, but failed. She had enough formula for one more feeding, but what would she do next?
Leah Anderson was a single mother struggling to make ends meet. Her job at the restaurant barely covered the rent, let alone the essentials for Charlie. She'd already pawned her wedding ring to pay for groceries and couldn't ask her family for help; they were just as poor as she was.
She grabbed her phone and opened her bank account, seeing the sadly empty balance. Then her eyes fell on the message she'd saved in drafts for days but never sent. The message was addressed to a number she'd obtained from an online post. The post asked for help from anyone who could donate formula. Leah had reached out but had only received empty, increasingly disappointing responses.
Tonight, however, feeling increasingly hopeless, she typed the message:
âHey, I'm sorry to ask, but I'm out of formula and I don't get paid until next week. My baby is crying and I don't know what to do. If you could help me, I'd be forever grateful. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I don't know who else to turn to. Thanks for listening.â
She hit âsendâ without a second thought. She'd gotten used to apologizing for her difficulties, but this time she had nothing to lose. With a quiet sob, she leaned back in her chair, waiting for any response, but without much expectation.
A few minutes later, Leah's phone vibrated.
The message appeared on the screen:
âHi, this is Max Carrington. You contacted me by mistake, but I think you meant to send this to someone else. However, I understand how difficult this must be for you right now. Please don't worry about the formula; I'll make sure you have what you need.â
Leah stared at the screen in disbelief. She had no idea who this person was. Max Carrington? The name sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Part of her thought it was a scam. She'd seen people use fake names to trick others into sending money. Still, something about the message seemed... genuine.
Before she could reply, another message arrived.
âI can have a package sent to you tomorrow. I want you to focus on taking care of yourself and your child, Leah. Don't worry about a thing.â
Leah gasped. This wasn't a scam. She could feel it in her soul. Whoever it was was offering real help.
Tears began to fall. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Leah allowed herself to have hope.
To be continued in the comments. đ