Nurse Saves Severely Burned Baby in 1977—38 Years Later, a Facebook Photo Stops Her in Her Tracks

When Amanda Scarpinati was just three months old, a tragic accident changed her life forever. She rolled off a sofa onto a steam vaporizer, leaving her with severe burns that would require multiple reconstructive surgeries as she grew up.

In 1977, Amanda was taken to Albany Medical Center, where a compassionate nurse named Sue Berger cared for her. Despite Amanda’s painful injuries, Berger tenderly held the bandaged infant in her arms, offering comfort during a difficult time.

After being discharged, Amanda had no memory of that day but cherished the photos of herself as a baby cradled by Berger. Those images became a symbol of hope and kindness for Amanda, who endured years of bullying because of her scars. Determined to find the nurse who had shown her such compassion, Amanda turned to Facebook decades later, sharing her story and the treasured photos.

Thanks to the power of social media, Berger was quickly identified. The heartwarming reunion took place at the very hospital where their paths had first crossed, and the emotional moment was a testament to the lasting impact of small acts of kindness.

Watch the beautiful reunion between Amanda and Sue in the video below, and feel the love and gratitude that has spanned nearly four decades. 

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The Taste of Love: A Father’s Tribute

The kitchen, once a haven of warmth and laughter, now echoed with the clatter of pots and pans. John, a man more accustomed to spreadsheets than soufflés, stood amidst the chaos, his brow furrowed in concentration. Pancake batter, a lumpy, greenish-grey concoction, clung stubbornly to the sides of the bowl. His wife, Sarah, would have laughed, her eyes twinkling.

He missed her laughter. He missed her easy grace in the kitchen, the way she hummed along to the radio while whipping up culinary magic. He missed the way she’d kiss his cheek and say, “Don’t worry, darling, I’ve got this.” Now, he was adrift in a sea of burnt toast and forgotten recipes, his kitchen a battlefield rather than a haven.

His daughter, Lily, a bright-eyed girl of eight, watched him with a mixture of amusement and concern. “Dad,” she’d say, her voice gentle, “It’s okay if it’s not perfect.” But her words, meant to comfort, only served to deepen his sense of inadequacy. He longed to recreate the magic of Sarah’s cooking, to fill the void left by her absence with the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals.

One morning, determined to surprise Lily, John decided to try his hand at heart-shaped pancakes. He watched countless online tutorials, meticulously measuring ingredients, and even invested in a heart-shaped pan. The batter, this time, was a pale golden color, smooth and even. He poured it carefully into the pan, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Lily, ever the curious observer, watched him with wide eyes. “What are you making, Daddy?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

“Something special,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

As the pancakes cooked, a wave of memories washed over him. He remembered Sarah’s laughter, her playful banter with Lily, the warmth that radiated from their kitchen. He remembered the way Lily would eagerly devour Sarah’s pancakes, her face smeared with syrup.

Finally, he flipped the pancakes, his breath catching in his throat. They were golden brown and perfectly heart-shaped. He carefully transferred them to plates, adding a generous dollop of butter and a drizzle of maple syrup.

Lily’s eyes widened as she saw the pancakes. “Wow, Daddy!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. “They look just like Mommy used to make!”

John’s heart swelled. He watched as Lily took a bite, her eyes closing in delight. “It tastes like the ones Mom made!” she declared, her voice filled with happiness.

Tears welled up in John’s eyes. He knew it wasn’t perfect, that the edges were a little burnt and the syrup a bit messy. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. He had made Lily smile. He had brought a little bit of Sarah back into their lives, one delicious pancake at a time.

From that day on, John continued to cook, his kitchen slowly transforming from a battlefield into a sanctuary. He learned new recipes, experimented with flavors, and even found himself enjoying the process. He knew he would never fully replace Sarah, but he could learn to cook with love, with memory, and with the hope of creating new memories with his daughter. And that, he realized, was a gift in itself.

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