Every time I walked past it, I thought about how differently our story might have ended.

Then I looked at my son, alive and making plans, and allowed myself to be grateful without forgetting how close we had come to losing him.

PART 21

A Different Kind of Friday

By late autumn, the Second Chance Workshop opened in the side room of a neighborhood bicycle store.

The owner required every volunteer to complete a safety orientation, sign in, and work alongside a trained adult.

The tools were stored securely after each session.