When I saw a young boy wandering alone in the airport, I couldn’t just sit there. He was scared and clutching his backpack like it was all he had left.
I offered to help, but what I found inside his bag left me speechless and set off a chain of events I never saw coming.
Sitting in an airport terminal for four hours will test anybody’s patience. I’d already drained my third cup of coffee and was seriously considering a fourth when I noticed a kid, maybe six, wandering through the crowd.
He seemed kind of… lost. There was no frantic parent chasing after him, no one calling his name. Just him, a tiny figure adrift in a sea of travelers.
After a couple of minutes of watching this kid stumble past people without a clue where he was going.
I couldn’t shake the knot that started twisting in my stomach. His eyes were wide, almost glassy, like he was on the edge of tears but trying to hold it together. I knew that look. Hell, I’d worn that look enough times as a kid.I stood before I even realized what I was doing. Some instinct kicked in, I guess. I wasn’t the ‘good Samaritan’ type, but I couldn’t just sit there while this kid wandered around scared out of his mind. “Hey, buddy,”
