I sank onto the couch, the phone pressed hard against my ear.
“Nathan found him in the cafeteria one afternoon. He sat down and asked what was wrong. After Ethan explained his dilemma, your son opened my brother’s math book and started explaining things in a way no teacher ever had.”
I could not believe what I was hearing!
My son’s date paused, and I could hear her gathering herself.
“Nathan, a quiet senior, just started sitting next to my brother at lunch. Every day. With a math book. He never asked for money and never told anyone. But, of course, Ethan told us everything when his grades started going up. My parents tried to thank Nathan, but he just shrugged and said Ethan was a good kid.”
