One day in 1994 while driving home from playing tennis I saw a woman holding a sign begging for work. With her were her two young children, maybe seven and ten years old. I don’t normally do this – in fact I have never done it before or since – but I stopped and offered them a job helping me strip old wallpaper from the bathrooms in my home. (I just happened to be in the middle of a bathroom remodeling project.) They accepted and I took them to my house where all three of them, even the youngest, really worked hard. Then I let the kids go swimming (I lived in a town home complex back then, with a pool in the common area) and fixed them dinner. From these beginnings a relationship formed.
Since then the kids and I spoke on the phone or exchanged letters occasionally. In 2002 the eldest child, Robert, invited me to his high school graduation in Virginia. I flew out there and watched him graduate with honors. I’ve lost touch with them since, but I am confident they’re doing well.