I was at my laptop working on a poem when I realized that late afternoon had darkened into evening. I should probably close the windows in the front of the house, I thought.
The early evening light was dim but when I walked into the kitchen, I could clearly see the young man straddling the windowsill, breaking into my home.
He was a teenager, 17 or 18 years old. I felt strangely calm, probably because of my two decades as a high school teacher and life coach for teens. So it didn't surprise me when a sincere question came into my mind:
"What are you doing with your life?"
He froze. I asked again, louder this time, my hands flapping emphatically: "What are you doing with your life?"