A boy asked a wealthy man tossing out his jacket, “Can I take that for my mom?” What he said next changed everything.
Pedestrians had to walk more quickly, noses buried deep in their collars, as the very cold February air in Brookfield, a tiny industrial town, scorched their faces. Eleven-year-old Sam, whose eyes were way too serious for his age, tightened his grandmother-knitted scarf and repositioned the beanie’s faded pom-pom. He had no choice but to visit…