There are phone calls nobody wants to get. The mechanic who says your transmission is shot. Your brother wants you to help him move a pool table. The doctor needs more tests. The teacher would like you to come in for a meeting about your child’s behavior.
When I was in junior high my recently widowed mother got more than her fair share of calls from the vice-principal. I’ll admit trouble did find me time and again…and again. My mom was convinced that the school had our phone number on speed dial.
Fortunately, there were adults in my life who knew how to love a kid who needed some extra love and discipline. Today I’m thankful for the administrators and counselors who worked with my mom to set me on a needed course correction.