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“I brought home a homeless person when I was a kid. His mother abandoned him when he was away at school. When the school year ended, he went home and there wasn’t anyone living there, no note, phone number, or forwarding address.
So, he was just sitting in the park, in the rain. I found him, brought him home, and introduced him to my mother. She took him in and he is still a part of our family. My mother is an amazing, loving grandmother to his children. That was 24 years ago.
The picture is of him and my mom taken last week at his daughter’s college graduation.”
