Vincent began training Simba and teaching my boys the discipline and love that come with raising a good dog. Slowly, he came alive again — laughing, teaching, even sharing stories about the dogs that once saved his life. He had found purpose again.
And my sons had gained a mentor they didn’t know they needed.One day, Vincent handed me a worn book — a handwritten guide to training Shepherds he’d written years ago. “You gave me back something I thought I’d lost,” he said.
Now, every time I see him out front helping with Simba or laughing at the dinner table with my kids, I realize he didn’t just find purpose — he found a family.
And as for me? I don’t sit in my car wondering what the point of it all is anymore. I know it now.The point is connection. The point is healing. The point is giving someone a reason to smile again — and in doing so, finding your own.
