A boy in my backyard who changed everything
I felt so sorry for him—a seven-year-old boy named Tommy. I gave him a glass of water and led him inside to sit down. As he drank, I could see the exhaustion in his eyes and the dirt on his face. Gently, I asked, “Tommy, where do you live? Do you know your address?” He shook his head. “I was with my uncle, but he said he couldn’t take care of me anymore. He left me on the street.” This was worse than I imagined. I had a million questions,