So, you've been warned about the nature of this post.
I don't normally post things I write for my real job. Usually, those things have nothing to do with the topics around here. But I write a weekly column about life in our area, and this week, I wrote about an amazing, resilient boy.
Luke is 12. He wants to be a baseball player and he doesn't have a back-up plan yet. He loves the Miami Dolphins and the University of Florida Gators. He and his dad are buds -- not friends, exactly, but partners. Luke's mom died two years ago.
Luke wrote an essay about his mom, and that's why I wrote about him. (You'll find both pieces on that link.)