*** A helpful neighbor lady is there when a young, recuperating teenage boy really needed her. *** “Could you stay for an hour or so and watch over Mike while I go and do my shopping?” The question came from my best friend, June. I was round at her house for a coffee. Mike, her 16-year-old son, was recovering from a nasty accident at work. Some acid had been knocked over onto his bench and had spilled, resulting in nasty burns to his hands and lower legs. He had come out of hospital that morning and was in bed getting...
