It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in early spring when I stood on the sidewalk outside my daughter’s high school, waiting for her to finish her volunteer shift.
The street was busy with families and students milling about.
Cars honked in the distance, a background hum to the day’s activities.
My attention was fixed on a tense scene unfolding just a few yards away.
I watched, heart pounding, as a car sped around the corner.
Too fast for a street lined with kids and parents.
In that instant, everything seemed to slow down.
My daughter stood at the curb, laughing with her friend.
A boy I’d always thought was reckless.
Yet, without hesitation, he leapt forward.
