During seminary, I led a small group of teenage high school boys. Among them was a kid named Rob. He was a sophomore, and to put it mildly, he epitomized the image of the archetypal 15-year-old adolescent teenager.
He stood about 5 foot 4, and weighed about a buck – at least that’s what he claimed. He wore braces; had acne; he smelled. His hair was always disheveled. Honestly, he was the runt of the high school pack.
But he grabbed my heart the first time I met him.