Patrick Mahomes helps a boy lost in the rain find his father, what happens next changes his life forever.
The city was a blur of headlights and rain. Water hammered the sidewalks, turning gutters into rivers, and most people hurried past, heads down, eager to escape the storm. But Patrick Mahomes, just off a late-night charity event, wasn’t in a hurry. He liked these rare moments of solitude, when the world seemed to slow and the noise faded behind the rain’s steady drumming.
He was driving his silver SUV down a side street when he saw him—a small figure hunched on the curb, soaked to the bone, shivering beneath a flickering streetlight. Patrick’s foot eased off the gas. He looked around. No one else. No one even seemed to notice.
He pulled over and grabbed a hoodie from the back seat. The rain hit him hard as he stepped out, but he hardly noticed. The boy looked up, eyes wide, wary but desperate.
“Hey, buddy,” Patrick said gently, kneeling to the boy’s level. “You okay?”
The boy shook his head, hugging his knees tighter.
Patrick pulled out his phone and flashed the lock screen—a picture of him in his Chiefs jersey, grinning. “My name’s Patrick. I play football. I promise you’re safe with me.”
The boy’s eyes flicked to the screen, then to Patrick’s face. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t run.
“Let’s get you warm, okay?” Patrick offered his hand.
The boy hesitated, then took it. Patrick led him to the car, cranked the heat, and handed over the hoodie. It swallowed the boy, but he clung to it. Patrick found a towel in his gym bag and offered it, too.
“I’m Patrick,” he repeated, softer. “What’s your name?”
After a long pause, the boy whispered, “Elliot.”
“Nice to meet you, Elliot. You hungry?”
A tiny nod.
Patrick swung by a late-night diner, ordered grilled cheese and soup to go, and drove home. His house wasn’t fancy—just comfortable, filled with trophies and footballs and the smell of last night’s pizza. He set the food on the coffee table, gave Elliot space, and waited.
Elliot ate in silence, glancing up now and then as if to check Patrick was real. When he finished, he finally spoke. “I was trying to find my dad.”
Patrick’s heart clenched. “Do you know where he is?”
Elliot shook his head. “He works at a hospital. I have this.” From his backpack, he pulled out a battered magazine clipping—a photo of a hospital, no name, just the gleaming white facade.
Patrick studied it. “That’s Mercy Hill Medical Center. I know it. My foundation works with them sometimes.”
Elliot’s eyes widened. “Maybe you can help me find him.”
Patrick nodded. “We’ll go there first thing in the morning. You’ll stay here tonight, okay? I’ve got an extra bed, and you’re safe here.”
Elliot nodded, relief softening his features. That night, Patrick sat awake, listening to the rain, thinking of all the times someone had given him a chance, a safe place to land. He wondered about Elliot’s father, and what could have led the boy to wander the city alone.
The next morning, the rain had faded to a mist. Patrick made pancakes—burnt, but edible—and found some old clothes from a charity drive for Elliot to wear. They drove to Mercy Hill together, Elliot clutching the magazine clipping like a lifeline.
Inside, the hospital was bright and cold. People bustled past, barely glancing at the pair. Patrick led Elliot to the reception desk.
“Excuse me,” he said to the nurse. “We’re looking for Charles Wittman. He works here.”
The nurse frowned, glancing at Elliot in his oversized clothes, then at Patrick. Recognition flickered in her eyes. “You’re… Patrick Mahomes?”
Patrick smiled, but kept his focus. “Yes, but right now, I just want to help my friend find his dad.”
The nurse softened. “Let me check.” She typed, then shook her head. “He’s the CEO. He’s been out for a few days—family emergency, I think.”
Elliot’s face crumpled. “He’s my dad. I haven’t seen him since… since Mom got sick.”
Patrick crouched beside him. “We’ll find him. I promise.”
But as they waited in the lobby, whispers started. Why was Patrick Mahomes here? Who was the kid? Security eyed them. A supervisor approached, frowning. “Sir, you can’t just bring a child in here—”
Patrick stood tall, his voice steady. “He’s lost. He needs his father. Isn’t that what hospitals are for?”
The supervisor hesitated, then turned as a commotion erupted down the hall. A man burst through the doors—tall, pale, eyes wild with worry. His gaze locked on Elliot.
“Elliot!” he cried.
“Dad!” Elliot ran, colliding with his father in a tangle of arms and tears.
The CEO dropped to his knees, clutching his son. “I looked everywhere. I thought I lost you.”
Patrick stepped back, heart pounding.
Charles Wittman looked up, eyes shining with gratitude. “You found him,” he breathed. “You brought him here.”
Patrick shrugged, suddenly shy. “He was alone. I just did what anyone would do.”
But Charles shook his head. “No. You did more. You saw him when no one else did.”
The supervisor stepped forward, ready to scold, but Charles cut her off. “This man saved my son. Show him the respect he deserves.”
Patrick smiled, relief and pride mingling. Elliot clung to his father, but looked back at Patrick. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Charles stood, offering his hand. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you—”
Patrick shook his head. “Just take care of your boy.”
But Charles insisted. “Actually, there is something. I’ve been wanting to start a foundation here for kids who fall through the cracks. Would you help me? You clearly know how to see people.”
Patrick hesitated, then nodded. “Let’s make sure no kid is left alone in the rain again.”
Weeks later, the Mahomes-Wittman Foundation launched, helping lost and vulnerable children find safety and hope. Elliot visited Patrick often, sometimes tossing a football in the park, sometimes just sitting quietly, knowing he was never truly alone again.
And for Patrick, the night he stopped in the rain became more than a good deed—it became the moment he realized that being a hero wasn’t about touchdowns or trophies. It was about seeing the invisible, choosing compassion, and changing a life forever.
What Did Patrick Mahomes Name His Children? Chiefs QB Has 3 Kids, and Their Names Share a Common Thread
Patrick Mahomes and his wife, Brittany Mahomes, had their third child during the Wild Card Weekend of the 2024 NFL playoffs as the Chiefs quarterback enjoyed a well-deserved playoff bye week following the team’s 15-2 regular season.
We take a look at the names of his children and the common connection that ties them together.
What Did Patrick Mahomes and Brittany Mahomes Name Their Children?
Mahomes’ kids are all named after metals — Golden Raye, Patrick “Bronze” Lavon, and Sterling Skye. They also have two dogs, Steel and Silver.
Golden is their third child, the girl Brittany gave birth to on Jan. 12, 2025. Bronze is the nickname of Mahomes’ son (Patrick Lavon Mahomes III), who has the same name as his father and grandfather. Bronze — likely an homage to his suffix as the third of his namesake — was born on Nov. 29, 2022.
Sterling Skye is the name of their first daughter, born on Feb. 20, 2021.
“I got Steel in college and named him that,” Brittany said of the Mahomes’ dog. “We then got our second dog and was gonna name her Sterling because it went with Steel perfect[ly]. Then I said, ‘No, I want that to be my daughter’s name,’ so then we came up with Silver to go with Steel.”
“Then having a boy and him being Patrick Mahomes III, Bronze was just meant to be and went perfect,” she added.
Funnily enough, Steel was a Valentine’s Day gift from Patrick when the two were in college, and he was named Steel after the Pittsburgh Steelers.
“Patrick bought him for me for a Valentine’s Day gift when I was a junior,” Brittany shared of Steel. “I actually used to be a Steelers fan, and that’s how I got the name Steel, so that’s a great story.”
Patrick revealed that his brother, Jackson, was the one who recommended Bronze as a nickname.
“My brother Jackson, whenever we were trying to find something that was a little unique and different, he said, ‘What about Bronze? It fits perfectly with Sterling,’” Patrick told reporters in Nov. 2022. “So, we went with that.”
“It works out well,” he added. “He can have his own thing now where he’s not Patrick, he’s Bronze, even though he’s Patrick. And, Sterling and Bronze [and now Golden Raye] can have that connection moving forward.”
Patrick and Brittany have been high-school sweethearts, together since March 2012. Brittany, a soccer player in high school and college, was a junior when she and Patrick (a sophomore at the time) started dating.
Brittany has been exceptionally supportive of her husband throughout his college and pro career. The fact that she turned up at Arrowhead Stadium for their Divisional Round game against the Houston Texans just six days after giving birth shows her dedication to turning out in her husband’s colors.
