“Adam!” I said, shaking him awake. “I’m so sorry I’m late! Why didn’t you call me?” Adam rubbed his eyes, sighed peacefully, and said, “I wasn’t worried. I was just tired.” He hadn’t spent one second of that day being a tragically disabled young man forgotten by his loopy mother, wondering if and when help would come. He was just a tired guy in a comfortable chair on a sunny day, ideally situated to take a nap. Twenty years earlier, thanks
