My Teen Son Sold His Guitar to Buy a New Wheelchair for His Classmate – The Next Day, Officers Showed up at Our Door

Emily opened the door in her old chair and went completely still when she saw David.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, Em. I…”

She looked from him to the box and back again. “What’s that?”

He glanced at me once, then back at her. “It’s a new wheelchair for you.”

Her mouth parted, and she looked like she might cry. “What?!”

Jillian, her mother, appeared behind her, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“Emily, who’s…”

She stopped too.

“It’s a new wheelchair for you.”

David set the box down so fast he nearly dropped it. “Your old one was bad,” he said. “I mean, not bad bad, just… it wasn’t working right. And I found one, and I thought maybe…”

Emily’s eyes filled so suddenly it made my chest ache.

“You bought me a wheelchair?” she whispered.

David looked embarrassed. “Yeah.”

“How?”

He hesitated.

I answered for him. “He sold his guitar, sweetie.”

Emily’s eyes filled so suddenly it made my chest ache.