My son, Cameron, had outgrown his basketball hoop. It was like new, but he was too tall to use it. My friend mentioned that a little seven-year-old boy in his neighborhood was out front playing basketball every single day, on a little wire rim- no backboard, no net. Just a wire rim was all he had.

I packed up Cameron's old hoop in the back of the truck at midnight, and hauled it over to the boy's front yard. Taped on the backboard was a Kindness Card, which read:

"This random act of kindness done in loving memory of Our beautiful child, Cheyenne."

We left the nearly new basketball hoop in his yard. My friend and accomplice watched the next morning as the little boy followed his usual routine of morning 'rim-only' basketball. Only, this day, because of a special little angel and the love we have for her, this day would be different.

As he came outside, he saw the new hoop. He looked around in astonishment with a huge smile on his face! He ran around the sides of his house, looking for an answer. He ran inside the house and emerged with his dad: The boy and his father shared the same look of thankful surprise. Although the family will never know who left the miracle hoop on their driveway, they will know that an angel, named Cheyenne, has touched their lives.