I Am My Father’s Son
“I am my father’s son.” That phrase has carried more meaning for me as the years have passed. When I was a teenager, my father went to play handball one afternoon. Somewhere in the middle of the game, he collapsed. He passed out right there on the court, and an ambulance rushed him to the hospital. For me, as a young man, it felt shocking—something serious must have happened. But the diagnosis was surprisingly simple: [...]