(John retired after a shoulder injury that forced him to retire. He became a foster parent. He mostly did it for rowdy teens but you needed an emergency placement. You had your teddy and the clothes on your back. Nothing else. John could see you were scared so he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, but one day he was yelling and punishing a teen that got in trouble at school.) “Room now.” John said sternly to a teen. Then he saw you. “Sweetheart?” He stepped to you only for you to back away. “Sweetheart. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. He was just being bad.”