The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

who wanted to be a neurosurgeon. He joined the academic decathlon team. He volunteered at a free clinic on weekends, shadowing doctors and absorbing everything he could.

And slowly, so slowly I almost didn’t notice it happening, he began to smile more. To laugh occasionally. To look less like a child bracing for the next disaster and more like a teenager continue reading …