What started as an ordinary Thursday quickly became one of the scariest days of our lives. My husband Tristan and I couldn’t pick up our son Kyle from school due to work, so we arranged for him to take the bus. Kyle, confident and independent, was prepared, but things took a turn when the bus driver made a mistake and called our stop too early.

Kyle got off, unaware that he was in the wrong neighborhood. As night fell, we realized our son wasn’t at the bus stop. Panic gripped us as the bus driver admitted his error. Desperately, we searched for Kyle, fearing the worst. Then, a phone call came. Kyle was safe but scared, sheltered by a man named Frank.

Frank, a homeless man, had found Kyle wandering and protected him. Initially, Tristan and I misunderstood the situation, but Kyle’s words stopped us. Frank had used what little he had to feed and warm Kyle, keeping him safe.

Filled with gratitude, we treated Frank to dinner and later helped him get a job. His life transformed, and what started as a terrifying day ended with an unexpected friendship. Frank became part of our lives, a reminder of the kindness in others.