By Scott Newport
This story is about a family. A family with a sick child.
The family I’m talking about is my own. I’m Scott, otherwise known as “Dad.” It all began on a Saturday afternoon last year when my wife, Penni, suggested it might be nice if I took our oldest son, Noah, out to the wood shop to work on something together. It was a good idea, and Noah was excited to have some alone time with Dad. (Not always an option when your younger brother has a terminal illness.)