My 17-year-old son shaved off all his hair for his girlfriend who was battling cancer — the next day, her mother called and said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”
My son, Tobin, had always been the kind of boy who noticed when someone was hurting.
He did well in school, played soccer, and stayed out of trouble. When a new student ate alone, Tobin sat beside him. When our elderly neighbor injured her ankle, he started carrying her groceries without being asked.
Then he began dating Linnea, the daughter of my closest friend, Eileen.