I Finally Learned Why a Stranger Ran With My Autistic Son — And It Changed Everything
For three months, I watched from my kitchen window as a stranger in a leather vest jogged beside my thirteen-year-old son, Connor, every morning at exactly 6 AM. The man looked intimidating at first glance—tattoos, boots, and a worn biker vest—but the way he matched Connor’s pace so patiently made me believe he was simply…