My Teen Son Sold His Guitar to Buy a New Wheelchair for His Classmate The Next Day, 0fficers Sh0wed up at Our Door

“David, what’s going on?”

He lowered his eyes. “I sold my guitar, Mom.”

“You did what?!”

I set the basket down on the floor because my hands had gone weak. “Why would you do that? That guitar meant everything to you.”

He swallowed. “It did. But Emily needed a new wheelchair.”