😮 I removed the handcuffs from a prisoner and recognized the tattoo of my dead father. He died in Vietnam three months before I was born; I never knew him. 💔 And this 67-year-old man, accused of stealing medicine from a pharmacy, had the same military badge on his arm that my mother has had framed in the living room for forty-eight years.

never chose the serious one. I didn’t like the serious one, and I didn’t even know why.

The serious one was the only one still alive. The only one who carried all the others.

And here’s what I haven’t told anyone, not even my husband.

While the old man was talking, I wasn’t sad. I was… excited. For the first time in forty-eight years, someone was giving continue reading …