Jeffry: I'd like to send this parcel to world vision micro loans It was only a few days later when, back home, I saw the news headline out of Chicago. In the late afternoon on Mother’s Day, Ronald — the quiet one, the one who hoped to be a barber — and Hal Baskin’s grandson were pulling away from the house on Morgan Street when someone stepped from a building and fired on their car. The grandson ducked and scrambled to the street. Ronald was hit in the neck and killed. Some of the news outlets ran a picture of Ronald grabbed from his Facebook page. He’d tried hard to look stern as he took it, holding up his smartphone, snapping the self-portrait in his bathroom mirror.