When my son was 11, he did something that would quietly change the course of many lives—without knowing it himself. He packed a shoebox full of school supplies for a stranger. Inside, he tucked a handwritten letter and his own photo, hoping it might help someone, somewhere. At the time, it seemed small. Innocent. Yet years later, that small act would reach across the world—and change everything. I’m 56 now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: the moments that reshape your life don’t come with warnings. They

People always said parenting would change me.No one ever warned me it would start with a folded note under a coffee maker… and end nine years later with my daughter whispering, “Dad, we still have you.” I was twenty-six years old when my whole life split in two. I was barely out of the honeymoon phase of my twenties. I had a steady job I didn’t hate, a secondhand crib set up in a freshly painted nursery, and a woman I believed would walk beside me forever. Nancy wasn’t just