My Teen Son Sold His Guitar to Buy His Classmate a Wheelchair—The Next Day, Officers Knocked at Our Door

I knew she had been paralyzed after an accident when she was little. But I hadn’t realized her wheelchair had gotten that bad.

“How did you even manage this?” I asked.

He shifted awkwardly in the doorway. “I posted the guitar online. Mr. Keller from church bought it.”

I blinked. “You sold an expensive guitar to a grown man from church without telling me?”

“He asked me if I was sure like… four times, Mom.”

“David…”

“I was sure, Mom. I still am.”

I pressed my fingers to my forehead. His sincerity made me want to cry—and lecture him—at the same time.

“Why didn’t you come to me first?”