What People See Now
By Monday, the story was everywhere.
The boy with pink hair.
The piercings.
The leather jacket.
The kid who saved a baby’s life.
People stopped whispering.
They started pointing — with respect.
And I’ll never forget the sight of my so-called “troublemaker” sitting in the freezing dark, jacket wrapped around a newborn, whispering:
“I couldn’t walk away.”
Sometimes you think the world has no heroes.
Then your 16-year-old punk son proves you wrong.
