Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
I grew up playing sports. If there was a ball to throw or hit or kick – count me in. I wasn’t a fan of basketball, but if that’s what was being played at recess or after school, you would likely find me in the middle of it. In eighth grade, my siblings and I attended a small rural school. Behind the classroom buildings was an asphalt slab which served as the basketball courts. One lunch recess, I was out on the court mixing it up with the other junior high...