When I saw a young boy wandering alone in the airport, I couldn’t just sit there. He was scared and clutching his backpack like it was all he had left. I offered to help, but what I found inside his bag left me speechless and set off a chain of events I never saw coming.Sitting in an airport terminal for four hours will test anybody’s patience. I’d already drained my third cup of coffee and was seriously considering a fourth when I noticed a kid, maybe six, wandering through the crowd.He seemed kind of… lost. There was no frantic parent chasing after him, no one calling his name. Just him, a tiny figure adrift in a sea of travelers. After a couple of minutes of watching this kid stumble past people without a clue where he was going,