Our family was flying on a Make-A-Wish trip for my sick son — halfway through the flight, the pilot said, “Mike, there’s one thing about this trip that you and your parents know nothing about.”

thin fabric of the headrest, completely pinned by his words.

The tradition had spread beyond our hospital.

Beyond the children Mike knew.

And beyond anything he could have imagined from a box of crayons balanced on his knees.

“When our crew received today’s passenger list and saw Mike’s name, one of our coordinators contacted his nurses.”

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