I went the hospital near my house a few hours ago (hence why I've been very active today) to visit my buddy who just had surgery on his ACL/MCL.

I frequent the hospital to get service hours by helping out so I walked my usual route to leave. The outpatient area is my last stop, and as I was walking by I saw a kid alone. Knowing he couldn't be anymore then 11 years old I went up to him. He looked a bit concerned about something so I just said hello and asked him where his parents were. He told me his name was Miles and that his parents were talking to a doctor and that he had been in the hospital for 2 days because he couldn't walk up the stairs in his home, he had the inability to make the step up.

I started making conversation with him and he pointed out my shirt. I was wearing a Lamborghini Polo I got as a gift from the HQ in Bologna when I visited over the summer. And he told me he always dreamt of riding in a Lamborghini. Before I could say anything his parents came back and obviously asked me what I was doing talking to their son, lmao. I explained to them I was on my way out and I usually talk to some of the people in the outpatient area, and I noticed that he looked pretty down. With that I took them aside and asked if he was ok and told them that he explained to me why he was in the hospital. They said they were going to have to conduct test for brain cancer, because during initial tests he had troubles, and they found some form of anomaly in his first MRI (although they suspect it's a mess up as a result of him moving around.) I had been in the exact same situation a few months ago (or maybe it was last month, a lot has happened so Idr exactly.) So I could feel for him. I told them I had an idea of how to cheer him up and to stay here for 15 more minutes. On the way out the mom said to the dad "hey isn't that the company Miles owns a toy of" to which the dad then asked me if that was Lamborghini. I pointed out the name (which was clear enough) and said yup.

I walked out. Went home, and came back. As many of you know, I own a Lamborghini. I came back into the area and saw they were waiting in the back of the room, unable to see a giant window facing outside. I took the dad aside and told him what I had planned. He relayed the info to the mom and this is how it went down.

The parents would take him outside and tell him to cover his eyes. Saying it was a test the doctor asked them to do. They walk him (blindly) until he was a few feet away from the car. I then went to him and told him that I felt bad that he had a bad last two days. And I told him I had a way of making it up to him. I texted my parents to come out (they were in the hospital room with my friend with his family). And then I told Miles to uncover his eyes.

Flood, never in my life have I ever seen such pure joy. His eyes opened wider then ever, and he smiled as much as possible. And he just screamed "no way" and started jumping up and down from excitement. My mom and his mom began to cry and I told the dad he could take his son for a spin in it around the parking lot (it was basically empty.) So they did. When they went around twice they came back, and after helping both of them open the doors, the dad came and gave me a hug, and said god bless you. I went to Miles, gave him a high five and told him that I hope I made his dream come true. And he too hugged me. We took a picture (which I'm skeptical to show as both the kids family and my family are in it).

I have always wanted to make someone's dream come true. And I did. I tried to hold back tears, but a few got away. It was humbling, and amazing to make a kid and his family so happy. I gave the dad my number so he could tell me how the results turned out. We all hugged one more time, and said goodbye.

I'm very happy today flood. I feel blessed beyond belief. It was awesome. Absolutely awesome.