For this father, time is winding down on a secret he's been keeping in his son's stroller
I haven’t shed a tear in a very long time – and that makes me sad. But not sad enough to cry.
I don't fight the emotions any more. I allow myself to be sad and marinate in it like grandma's meatballs, letting all the sadness seep into my heart, turning it into a ball of tears mixed with an ugly cry face, some manly grunts, onions, minced garlic and sweet peppers. Then bake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes. And then—like an eaten meatball—it passes.
We are hosting our first Walk the Boards for TBI event on June 25 in Ventnor City, New Jersey. You can join us in our mission to bring children around the country who have suffered a traumatic brain injury some joy in their life. Come walk the boards with us or simply visit our site to donate—knowing full well you are not only making a deserving child happy but, selfishly, me too.
"I think we can all admit that life is hard. Throw a kid or two in the mix and that same hard life becomes even harder. Now, if one of those kids happens to become disabled—well, that's by far the hardest."
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There's no shortage of good reasons to have kids but saving your life is probably No. 1 on the list.
They say it takes a village to raise a child, but it also takes a stubborn father raising hell to get his child the necessary therapy.
A rare peak into the world of pediatric intensive care units through the eyes of a dad.
How an 11-week-old TBI survivor became an inspiration and changed one family's life forever.