The Stranger Who Ran Beside My Son — and the Beautiful Reason Why
For three months, I stood at my kitchen window each morning and watched a leather-vested stranger jog beside my thirteen-year-old son, Connor, at exactly 6 AM. His appearance was intimidating at first—tattoos, heavy boots, and a weathered biker vest—but there was a gentleness in the way he paced himself to match my son’s stride. I… CONTINUE READING »