Patrick Mahomes came across twin boys standing on the street selling toy cars to raise money for their mother’s medical treatment. Their Lives Will Be Forever Changed
The crisp autumn air swept through Central Park, rustling the golden leaves that tumbled from the trees, swirling around the worn bench where twin boys sat quietly. Zach and Lucas Mahomes, identical down to the freckles across their noses, huddled together, trying to stave off the morning chill. Between them lay a small, shiny red toy car, its edges weathered, but its surface still gleaming when the sun caught it.
“Someone’s got to want it,” Zach whispered, nervously turning the toy in his hands.
“It’s the coolest car ever,” Lucas added, swallowing hard. His stomach rumbled, but he ignored it. They hadn’t eaten since a meager breakfast, but food wasn’t their priority. Not with their mom lying pale and weak in their tiny apartment.
“Let’s try over there,” Lucas suggested, pointing to the busier path where businesspeople hurried to work.
The twins positioned themselves in the middle of the path, summoning all the courage their ten years could muster. Their identical blue eyes scanned the passing crowd with desperate hope.
“Excuse me, sir,” Zach called to a man in an expensive suit. “Would you like to buy our car? It’s really special.”
The man didn’t stop. He didn’t even acknowledge them, and Zach’s voice cracked as the pattern continued. People rushed by, some offering pitying glances, others pretending not to see them at all.
“We need to try harder,” Lucas said, his voice breaking. “Mom needs the medicine today.”
Across the park, a sleek black car slowed to a stop, and a tall figure emerged. Patrick Mahomes, adjusting his custom-tailored suit jacket, gave a curt nod to his driver. At 30, Patrick had built a legacy both on and off the field, becoming a champion not only in football but in philanthropy. His name was synonymous with winning, with grace, and with success.
“I’ll walk through the park,” Patrick said to his driver. “Meet me on the East Side in 15 minutes.”
As he made his way through the park, his mind wandered to his upcoming meetings, his eyes scanning the path in front of him. He barely registered the people around him until a small voice cut through his thoughts.
“Sir, would you buy our car, please?” The plea was unmistakable, desperate, and sincere.
Patrick paused, an unexpected tightness forming in his chest as he turned toward the twins. One of them held out the car, presenting it like a precious treasure. The sincerity in their eyes hit him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“How much?” Patrick heard himself ask.
The twins exchanged a quick glance. “Whatever you can pay,” the one holding the car answered. “We just need it for our mom. She’s really sick.”
Patrick’s gaze lingered on the toy car. It was clearly loved—its edges worn from years of play. Without fully understanding why, Patrick reached for his wallet and pulled out several large bills.
“Here,” he said, handing them the money. “Will this help?”
Zach and Lucas’s eyes widened as they took the money. It was far more than they’d hoped for. Zach carefully placed the car in Patrick’s palm, his small fingers lingering for a moment before reluctantly pulling away.
“Thank you, sir,” Lucas said, his voice trembling. “This will help our mom a lot.”
Patrick watched as the twins gripped the money tightly and hurried away. He should have continued his walk, returned to his day’s agenda, and forgotten this brief interaction. But something about their desperate faces stayed with him.
“Follow them,” Patrick told his driver. Surprising himself with the command, he watched as the car trailed behind the twins.
The journey took them to a dilapidated apartment building in a forgotten neighborhood. The contrast between Patrick’s sleek car and the crumbling surroundings couldn’t have been more stark. He sat motionless, the toy car still in his hand, as the twins disappeared inside.
Patrick had built his entire life on calculated decisions, but something about this moment felt different. He wasn’t sure what had driven him to follow the boys, but he knew he had to see where they lived.
He got out of the car and walked through the building’s grimy stairwell. The smell of mildew filled the air as he climbed four flights. He reached the door, its paint peeling, and knocked firmly.
The door opened slightly, revealing a boy’s suspicious face.
“It’s the man from the park,” Zach said, calling over his shoulder.
Blake’s expression softened when he saw the concerned faces of the twins, and, without waiting for their answer, he stepped inside. The apartment was small, sparse, and clean despite its poverty. The twins led him to a mattress where their mother, Katherine Mahomes, lay pale and weak.
“How long has she been like this?” Patrick asked quietly, his voice low with concern.
“Weeks,” Zach replied, his small shoulders sagging. “She gets worse every day.”
Patrick knelt beside Katherine, touching her arm. Her skin was burning with fever. “She needs to go to the hospital.”
“We don’t have money,” Lucas said, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s why we were selling our car.”
Patrick’s heart clenched, and something deep inside him stirred. He looked at the toy car in his hand, then at the twins’ desperate faces. “I’ll take care of it,” he said firmly.
The twins exchanged doubtful glances. “How will we ever pay you back?”
Patrick’s expression softened. “You already sold me your car. Now, it’s my turn to help.”
Without another word, Patrick gently lifted Katherine into his arms. The twins followed anxiously as he carried their mother down the stairs and into his waiting car.
“Where are we going?” Lucas asked, holding his mother’s limp hand.
“To people who can help her,” Patrick answered, dialing his phone.
As the car pulled away, Patrick found himself wondering what had possessed him to get involved. For years, he’d built walls around himself, focused on his career and charity work. Yet something about these twins, their situation, had changed him.
The emergency room doors slid open as Patrick carried Katherine inside, the twins following closely behind. Within minutes, doctors were attending to Katherine, and the twins were ushered into nearby chairs.
“Will she recover?” Zach asked, clutching his mother’s hand.
“She’s getting the best care possible,” Patrick assured him. “She’s going to be okay.”
The next few days passed in a blur of doctors, nurses, and paperwork. When Katherine was stable enough, Patrick found himself doing something he never thought he would—inviting the twins and their mother to stay at his house while Katherine recovered.
The mansion, once silent and cold, now echoed with the sounds of laughter and children’s footsteps. Patrick, the NFL star with an empire to maintain, found himself kneeling in the dirt, building a turtle habitat with Zach and Lucas. For the first time in years, his life had become something more than just business.
And as the days turned into weeks, Patrick realized that these twins, who had come into his life with nothing but hope and a toy car, had changed him forever.
Patrick Mahomes, Wife Brittany and His Brother Jackson ‘Surprise’ Mom Randi With New House
Courtesy of Randi Mahomes/Instagram
Patrick Mahomes and his family pulled off an epic surprise for mom Randi Mahomes — a brand-new house!
“Home is where the heart is — and my heart is full! Beyond grateful for my amazing family @patrickmahomes @brittanylynne @jacksonmahomes and my grandbabies for this incredible blessing,” Randi, 53, wrote via Instagram on Saturday, March 29. “Being a Mom and Grandi is the greatest joy of my life, and I’m so thankful for the love that surrounds me every day.”
She added, “Here’s to new memories, laughter, and love in this beautiful new home! ❤️.”
Resharing the post via her Instagram Stories, Randi called her children’s gift the “surprise of my life.”
Randi shares sons Patrick, 29, and Jackson, 24, with ex-husband Pat Mahomes Sr. She is also mom to daughter Mia, 14, with a different partner.
Courtesy of Randi Mahomes/Instagram
The Mahomes family has been making headlines ever since Patrick was drafted by the Kansas City Chiefs in 2017 as a quarterback. Throughout his NFL tenure, Patrick has also had the support of wife Brittany Mahomes.
Patrick and Brittany, 29, have been together since high school and got married in 2022. They are the proud parents of daughters Sterling, 4, and Golden, 2 months, as well as son Bronze, 2.
Randi, for her part, uses “Grandi” as her grandparent nickname.
“Grandi, that’s what she calls herself,” Patrick joked of his mother’s moniker during a January press conference following a playoff win. “Our kids love her and she’s been an instrumental part of my entire life in taking me to those baseball games. … Those are the things that you’ll forever remember. She’s here today, and I’m sure will be ready to take care of those grandkids tonight.”
At the time, Patrick gushed that it’s “special” having his whole family come to his NFL games.
“I just try to cherish that. I still remember moments from the World Series my dad played when I was 5 years old,” Patrick recalled. So, these are moments I’ll have with my family for the rest of my life. It’s a growing family, but [I] hope we are done growing for a little while.”
He continued, “It’s cool that I’m able to play in these big games and the Kansas City community has brought me in to be a part of their family.”
Brittany and Randi also attended the 2025 Super Bowl last month, where Patrick’s Chiefs played the Philadelphia Eagles. The Kansas City team, however, lost 40-22.
