The call came as I was eating funnel cake and enjoying a walk on the boardwalk with my brother and his family. With stress in her voice, my wife told me that my son was in the hospital and being prepped for surgery. Prepped for surgery? I knew that he’d been having some stomach pain but hadn’t expected that he would need surgery. Certainly not so quickly. I hurriedly said goodbye to my brother…

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