One day, due to work, my husband and I asked our son, Kyle, to take the school bus home. He wasn’t used to it, but he seemed confident. However, the bus driver made a mistake and called out “Pflugerville” too early, leaving Kyle alone at the stop. Not knowing what to do, he wandered around the neighborhood, scared and eventually lost.
As we waited for him at the bus stop, we realized something was wrong—Kyle wasn’t on the bus. The driver admitted his mistake, and we immediately began searching for our son. Just as darkness fell, we received a call from Kyle. He was in an unfamiliar, dark room with a man named Frank.
We rushed to find them and discovered Kyle safe but frightened, with Frank, a homeless man. Initially, we feared Frank might have taken Kyle, but Kyle explained that Frank had kept him warm and safe. Frank had even used his last money to buy Kyle a sandwich.
Overcome with gratitude, we apologized to Frank and treated him to a meal. Feeling indebted, my husband helped Frank get a job at his company, and we made sure he had clothes and food. Frank’s life changed from that moment forward. He moved out of the shelter, found stability, and thrived in his new job.
Looking back, a terrifying situation turned into an unexpected friendship and a reminder of the kindness that exists in people, like Frank, who saved our son when he needed it most.
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