Lost Boy
I always open the paper and turn on the news saying a silent prayer. I whisper to myself please Lord, don't let today be the day that something tragic happens to one of my former students. Please Lord keep them safe. That fear of something happening to one of my kids became a reality on Christmas Eve. Adam, 19 years old, was struck by a car and then ran over by the next car. The first car did not stop. One of my lost boys was killed by a hit and skip driver. My heart sank and my eyes welled up with tears. My mind swirled as I thought about Adam. He was a boy who never experienced the joy of a peaceful childhood. He was a lost boy. I must admit I started to smile the next morning when I recalled some of Adam's colorful office moments. He told me about a magical tree where you wished for something you wanted and a fairy would bring it to you after school. It was his ...