MY SON SHARED HIS FRIES—AND ENDED UP PRAYING WITH A CHILD WHO DIDN’T HAVE A HOME TO GO BACK TO
During a Friday treat at a fast-food restaurant, my son Tyler noticed Marcus, a boy sitting alone in a worn, oversized hoodie, scanning the room for connection. Without asking, Tyler shared his fries and prayed with him. Marcus, feeling safe, asked to stay longer, revealing he’d been couch-surfing since his mom’s illness kept her hospitalized. Moved, I invited Marcus home. He joined our routine, attending school with Tyler, catching up on assignments, and helping with chores. Tyler shared clothes, and they bonded over games and laughter. One day, I found an old photo album revealing Marcus’s mom, Lisa, was my childhood neighbor. Guilt hit—I hadn’t
recognized her story sooner. I arranged a hospital visit, and their emotional reunion confirmed Lisa’s recovery. Marcus later moved back with her. Tyler missed him but was proud of their impact. Inspired, I began volunteering at a community center to support other kids like Marcus. That simple act of sharing fries sparked a journey of empathy, accountability, and hope, showing how small gestures can weave deep connections and transform lives, reminding us to embrace opportunities to grow and heal.
