My 16-Year-Old Son Rescued a Newborn from the Cold – the Next Day a Cop Showed Up on Our Doorstep
I always thought my sixteen-year-old punk son was the one the world needed protecting from. With his pink spikes, piercings, and leather jacket, people judged him before he spoke. I worried his look would make life harder, that the world would see trouble instead of the good, gentle kid I knew. One freezing night, I…