How One Teenager’s Quiet Act of Kindness at a Birthday Party Lifted My Visually Impaired Son and Restored My Faith in the Next Generation

someone needed it.

I have thought about that boy many times since that afternoon. I never even learned his name.

But I think about him whenever I worry about the next generation. Whenever I read something discouraging in the news. Whenever I wonder if children today are growing up with the values I hoped they would.

He reminded me of something important.continue reading …