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Taylor “Ghost” Morrison, 64, wasn’t supposed to be on that back road in the Colorado mountains. His GPS had died. A wrong turn led him down a narrow path few ever took. Then he saw it — a flicker of color beneath the brush. A shoe. And then… a child. A missing girl, barely alive after six days lost in the wilderness. Ghost wrapped her in his jacket, found a faint pulse, and refused to leave her side. No signal. No help. Just faith. He rode until his phone connected, called for rescue, and waited — talking softly to keep her awake, humming old songs into the silence. When paramedics arrived, they said the search had been called off. Ghost had done what no one else could. Weeks later, a letter came: “Thank you for finding me. Mom says you’re my angel.” Inside was a patch — a motorcycle wheel with angel wings. Now, every year, Ghost rides that same road. Because sometimes, a wrong turn isn’t a mistake. It’s a calling.