A couple weeks ago, Katie's car was vandalized--someone sprayed foam insulation up the tailpipe. She knows who did it and why (she had his car towed from her parking space after repeated requests not to park in the spot she pays for).
Last Friday, walking home from DinkyTown, she and her friends came across this guy passed out under a tree. She insisted on trying to help him but could not rouse the guy. She called 911 and stayed with the guy until help arrived. The officer who responded could not rouse the guy, either, so she (the officer) called an ambulance. He was taken to the hospital to be treated for alcohol poisoning.
Katie sent me an email that night to tell me what happened. She said she wanted to leave the guy there, but couldn't. She remembered who she is and who I raised her to be, and knew she had to help even this jerk. The last line of her note thanked me for raising her to be that kind of woman.
It's been 3 days, but the note still makes me cry. This Mom thing is a good gig.