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.”

The soccer game he would not finish.

The school year he would not complete.

The birthdays no doctor promised.

At 35,000 feet, I saw something illness had not taken.

My son had entered rooms I would never see.

He had sat beside children whose names I would never know.

He had given them somewhere to go when their bodies could not leave.

Disneyland was everything continue reading …