It was a warm Friday afternoon. Alfred was cleaning up the Epstein’s store in Harlem. He was just getting ready to close it for the day when he heard the door open. A thin, young boy walked into the store. The boy stood just inside the door and appeared very shy. “Can I help you?” said Alfred in a friendly tone. “I’m looking for Mr. Donatelli’s gym,” said the boy in a timid voice. Alfred was a regular at Donatelli’s gym. It was where the local boxers went to train and work out. Alfred figured the boy must have been meeting his older brother at the gym. Then, as he looked at the boy more closely, he noticed the cuts and bruises on the boy’s face. Could this young, frail child be a boxer, he wondered. “Donatelli’s? I go there,” said Alfred. Alfred had a hard time trying to picture...