I still have a hard time accepting that I deserve the life he’s given me, as grateful as I am. When you’ve eaten out of dumpsters for a couple of years, it’s hard to assimilate that with the fact that you’re now wearing a Rolex watch that the man who adopted you as his brother bought you for your eighteenth birthday.

Or the fact that the greasy grimy kid who hid from child predators on the street because he’d learned the signs to look out for way too early ...