“The Stranger Who Brought Him Back”
A knock at my door. The boy’s mother stood there, holding a small bouquet of flowers and a thank-you card. She smiled and said, “You don’t know how close I came to losing him that day. I don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you hadn’t stopped to help. Thank you for giving me back my son.”
She handed me the card, and inside was a crayon drawing of me holding the boy’s hand, with the words “Thank you for being my hero” scrawled across the top.
