During the 2015 holidays, I was asked to locate a young man named Michael and try to get him help for his addiction problems. I initially turned down the case, but the boy’s grandfather persuaded me otherwise. His plea was enhanced by showing me a photo of the 16-year old in a football uniform. The football uniform was from the same high school my son graduated. It seemed like it was meant to be.
In September 2016, I received a call from Michael on my cell phone. He was doing well and had been sober for nine months. He wanted to go to lunch when he returned from another state where he was in rehab. I reminded him it was his turn to buy since I had treated him at McDonald’s the day he was found. He laughed but politely agreed.