My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

I began helping in small ways. Not as a clown. No child deserved that. I organized toy drives, wrapped gifts, helped label art supplies. Charlie remained Professor Giggles. The name spread beyond the ward. Parents began requesting him. Nurses saved broken toys for him to fix.

We went to counseling. I hated it at first. So did Charlie. The therapist,continue reading …