“The Woman Who Forgave My Brother” — and how I met her again at a red light twelve years later.
I was stuck at a red light, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, already running behind to pick up my niece from school. The traffic wasn’t budging, and my frustration was building—until I saw a police officer step into the crosswalk, raising his hand to stop the cars. He was helping an elderly woman cross. She…