Stepping out onto the busy streets of London with my son Oak, we were on our way to Great Ormond Street Hospital.
Oak, then 10, had been diagnosed with autism, Tourette’s and dyslexia. So, he’d been referred for weekly courses.
He was quite excited about going to London, but when we arrived, he was shocked by the amount of homeless people.
‘Why is everyone ignoring them?’ he asked.
For Oak, everything is black and white, right or wrong and for him, he knew it was wrong.
‘If you want me to come back, I want to bring things to give to them,’ he said after his first session. And so, we started collecting, wipes, toothbrushes, hats, gloves, socks and food.
Week-after-week, Oak would hand out his bundle of necessities and…
