I FOUND A LITTLE GIRL SITTING ALONE IN THE RAIN—AND SHE WOULDN’T TELL ME HER NAME
I was walking home from the grocery store when I saw her. She couldn’t have been older than six or seven, sitting cross-legged on the wet curb with a bright yellow umbrella covering most of her face. It was pouring—like the kind of rain that soaks your socks through your shoes—and she just sat there,…