My 12-year-old son carried his wheelchair-bound friend on his back during a camping trip so he wouldn’t feel excluded—then the next day, the principal called me and said, “You need to come to school right away.”

“I’m so sorry, young man. We didn’t mean to frighten you. We’re not here to take you anywhere you don’t want to go, and certainly not to punish you for what you did for Sam.”

I felt Leo’s grip loosen slightly.

“We’re actually here to honor you for your bravery.”

I blinked.

“What?!” Dunn protested, but no one paid him any attention.