{"id":1497,"date":"2026-07-24T19:25:33","date_gmt":"2026-07-24T19:25:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foodguide.delicedcook.com\/?p=1497"},"modified":"2026-07-24T19:25:33","modified_gmt":"2026-07-24T19:25:33","slug":"our-family-was-flying-on-a-make-a-wish-trip-for-my-ill-son-halfway-through-the-flight-the-pilot-said-mike-theres-one-thing-about-this-trip-that-you-and-your-parents-know","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foodguide.delicedcook.com\/?p=1497","title":{"rendered":"Our Family Was Flying on a Make-a-Wish Trip for My Ill Son \u2013 Halfway Through the Flight, the Pilot Said, \u2018Mike, There\u2019s One Thing About This Trip That You and Your Parents Know Nothing About\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Mike treated the airplane safety card like an instruction manual for surviving space. He studied every picture before leaning across Stella to inspect the window.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo clouds feel wet when we fly through them, Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI think so, sweetheart,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our terminally ill son spent months dreaming about his first flight to Disneyland.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow wet?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cProbably cloud wet, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike considered that answer seriously.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked away before he saw my face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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For months, my son had asked questions about medicine, blood counts, and whether hair remembered how to grow. Hearing him ask about clouds felt almost indecently beautiful.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked away before he saw my face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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He pressed his forehead against the glass as the plane rolled toward the runway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Outside, a baggage worker lifted both hands and waved.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike waved back with his entire arm.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe saw me, Dad!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe did, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The engines rose.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike gripped both armrests, laughing as the ground dropped beneath us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The engines rose.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Beside me, Stella reached across the narrow space and closed her hand around mine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We had learned that certain moments broke if we named them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Eight months earlier, Mike had been playing soccer in our backyard when he stopped chasing the ball.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He stood near the fence with one hand pressed against his side.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We had learned that certain moments broke if we named them.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cCramp?\u201d I called.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He shook his head.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That night, he developed a fever.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Three days later, a doctor pulled two chairs close to his desk and explained that our eight-year-old had cancer.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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By the time he used the word terminal<\/i>, Stella had already stopped breathing normally.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our eight-year-old had cancer.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I remember watching the doctor\u2019s pen roll toward the edge of his desk.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It fell.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No one picked it up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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After that, our life became appointment cards, plastic wristbands, and food Mike was too nauseated to eat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His cleats remained beside the back door. Mud dried in the grooves.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I could not bring myself to clean them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His cleats remained beside the back door.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At the hospital, nurses learned which arm he preferred for blood draws.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella packed overnight bags without checking a list.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I became good at sleeping upright and lying to relatives on the phone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe\u2019s having a decent day.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cTreatment went fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019re taking it one week at a time.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cTreatment went fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike heard everything.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He also knew when we were pretending.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One afternoon, during another infusion, a Make-A-Wish volunteer named Claire sat beside his bed. She wore green sneakers and carried a folder covered with stars.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIf you could go anywhere,\u201d she asked my son, \u201cwhere would you go?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike did not hesitate.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDisneyland!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He also knew when we were pretending.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhy Disneyland?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He glanced at the clear medication dripping into his arm.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBecause nobody is allowed to be sick there. Only happy.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Claire\u2019s smile held.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mine did not.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhy Disneyland?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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A month later, she called.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The trip was approved.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We did not tell Mike until the tickets arrived because hope had become something Stella and I handled carefully. We had seen plans disappear after one bad scan.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When we finally showed him, he read the destination twice.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he whispered, \u201cAll three of us?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The trip was approved.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAll three,\u201d Stella said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He hugged the tickets to his chest.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That was how we reached seat 12A.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike had the window. Stella sat in the middle. I took the aisle and pretended not to notice how often she checked his color.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He hugged the tickets to his chest.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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A flight attendant named Dana brought him apple juice in a plastic cup.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo pilots really say \u2018roger\u2019?\u201d Mike asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo they have keys?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll ask,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cCan airplanes get tired?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Dana glanced at me before answering. \u201cNot when they know where they\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo pilots really say \u2018roger\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Then the captain\u2019s voice came over the speakers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cLadies and gentlemen, this is Captain Harris. We are cruising at thirty-five thousand feet and expect a smooth flight into Los Angeles.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike looked disappointed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe didn\u2019t say \u2018roger.’\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The captain continued: \u201cWe also have a special guest with us today. Mike, in seat 12A, I hope you\u2019re enjoying your trip so far.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe also have a special guest with us today.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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My son froze with a straw between his lips.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Passengers turned toward us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike lowered the cup.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHe knows my seat.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Dana stood near the front galley, smiling.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Captain Harris spoke again.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMike, before we land, there is one thing about this trip that you and your parents know nothing about.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Passengers turned toward us.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella\u2019s fingers locked around mine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked toward Dana. She gave nothing away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The seat belt sign remained off, but the cabin went still.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cPassengers, please reach beneath your seat. You will find a small folded paper tucked into the life vest pocket.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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People bent forward.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Paper rustled across the plane.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I reached beneath my seat and found a square of white cardstock.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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On the front, someone had drawn an airplane in blue crayon. One wing was larger than the other. Three round windows floated above the body.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Across the top were the words: BOARDING PASS TO SOMEWHERE BETTER.<\/strong><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No name.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No destination.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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No explanation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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On the front, someone had drawn an airplane in blue crayon.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike unfolded his.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The easy smile vanished from his face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ve made these.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella turned toward him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The captain began telling a story.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ve made these.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Months earlier, on the pediatric oncology floor of a hospital several states away, a little boy named Nolan stopped speaking.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He refused food.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He fought the nurses when they touched his IV.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His mother sat beside him each afternoon, holding a sandwich he never ate.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One day, another patient dragged his infusion pole into Nolan\u2019s room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That patient was Mike.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One day, another patient dragged his infusion pole into Nolan\u2019s room.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike stared at the boarding pass in his hands.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Captain Harris continued.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike had brought crayons and folded paper. He sat on the floor and drew two crooked airplanes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He handed one to Nolan.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cPretend we\u2019re already on vacation,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He did not tell Nolan to be brave. He did not say the medicine would stop hurting.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He simply asked where they should go.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He did not tell Nolan to be brave.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Nolan pointed toward the ceiling.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe moon,\u201d he had said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was the first word he had spoken in three days.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike looked at us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI remember him.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I did too.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was the first word he had spoken in three days.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I remembered the thin boy in the room beside Mike\u2019s. I remembered seeing paper scattered around the hallway and asking a nurse why every child suddenly had one.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She had smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cTravel documents.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I had been too tired to ask more.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I remembered the thin boy in the room beside Mike\u2019s.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Captain Harris explained that the next day, another child wanted a pass.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then another.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Soon nurses began keeping crayons at the desk. Before difficult treatments, frightened children received boarding passes to beaches, castles, dinosaur parks, and planets no adult had ever heard of.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The passes did not make the needles hurt less.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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They gave the children somewhere else to place their minds.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The passes did not make the needles hurt less.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike leaned toward the aisle.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat was just our game.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The captain seemed to answer him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMike never realized what he started.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A pediatric nurse shared the story with a volunteer. The volunteer passed it to a charity that worked with airlines carrying Wish families.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMike never realized what he started.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Flight crews began hearing about the boy who gave children boarding passes before he had ever boarded a real plane.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the part none of us knew.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cFor several months,\u201d Captain Harris added, \u201cone handmade boarding pass has traveled in the cockpit of every Wish flight operated by our program.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Dana opened the cockpit door just far enough to lift a laminated paper.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the part none of us knew.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Even from 12 rows away, I could see the faded blue airplane.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt reminds us that hope often begins before takeoff,\u201d the captain said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I leaned back into the thin fabric of the headrest, completely pinned by his words.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The tradition had spread beyond our hospital.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Beyond the children Mike knew.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And beyond anything he could have imagined from a box of crayons balanced on his knees.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The tradition had spread beyond our hospital.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhen our crew received today\u2019s passenger list and saw Mike\u2019s name, one of our coordinators contacted his nurses.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Dana moved slowly down the aisle.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She held a photograph in both hands.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It showed a hospital bulletin board covered in paper boarding passes. Children stood beneath them wearing masks and pajamas. In the center was Nolan.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He held the moon pass Mike had drawn.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOne of our coordinators contacted his nurses.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The captain\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cToday is the first time every passenger on one of these flights has carried a pass.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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All around us, strangers held the little papers in their laps.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A man across the aisle wiped his glasses with his shirt.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The woman behind us pressed her pass against her mouth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A teenager near the window was crying openly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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All around us, strangers held the little papers in their laps.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike looked frightened by their faces.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDid I make them sad?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella turned toward him so quickly her seat belt pulled tight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThen why are they crying?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I tried to answer.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThen why are they crying?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Captain Harris did it for me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMike, sometimes people cry when they discover the world is kinder than they thought.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The cabin remained silent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he added, \u201cYou\u2019ve been flying with us for much longer than today, son.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Applause began somewhere near the back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ve been flying with us for much longer than today, son.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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It did not erupt.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It moved gently through the cabin, row by row, as though no one wanted to startle my son.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike raised one hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He waved the way he had waved at the baggage worker.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I watched two hundred strangers wave back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella folded over him, pressing her face into his hair.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I watched two hundred strangers wave back.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I held them both and stared at the paper pass in my hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Since his diagnosis, I had measured Mike\u2019s life in losses.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The soccer game he would not finish.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The school year he would not complete.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The birthdays no doctor promised.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Since his diagnosis, I had measured Mike\u2019s life in losses.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At 35,000 feet, I saw something illness had not taken.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My son had entered rooms I would never see.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He had sat beside children whose names I would never know.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He had given them somewhere to go when their bodies could not leave.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My son had entered rooms I would never see.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Disneyland was everything Mike had imagined. For three days, he laughed more than he\u2019d laughed in months.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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On our final evening, we watched fireworks together, and for a little while, illness felt very far away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The fireworks turned Mike\u2019s face blue, then red, then gold.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I wanted to memorize him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not the photograph version.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The weight of him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I wanted to memorize him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The warmth behind his ear.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The way his shoe tapped mine each time the crowd cheered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Three weeks after we returned home, a large package arrived.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike had been too weak for school that morning. He lay on the couch beneath his favorite blanket while Stella opened the box.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Three weeks after we returned home, a large package arrived.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Inside was a handcrafted scrapbook bound in navy cloth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A paper airplane had been stitched across the cover.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Each passenger from our flight had been given a page.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Their boarding pass was attached beside a handwritten note.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A man wrote about the brother he had lost.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Inside was a handcrafted scrapbook bound in navy cloth.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The teenager who cried wrote:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I get panic attacks on planes. Today I forgot to be afraid because I was watching you wave.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We turned page after page.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Some notes were long.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Others held one sentence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Thank you for reminding me to imagine somewhere better.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Some notes were long.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Near the end, we found Captain Harris\u2019s page. Beside his pass, he had written:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Pilots are taught to trust instruments when clouds hide the horizon. Children like you remind us to trust hope for the same reason.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike traced the ink with one finger.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then Stella turned to the final page.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A crayon drawing rested beneath a clear protective sheet.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Children like you remind us to trust hope for the same reason.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The paper was creased. The airplane had one large wing and three floating windows.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike\u2019s original boarding pass.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The one he had made for Nolan.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A nurse had saved it after Nolan completed treatment and went home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Beneath it were the words:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Hope sometimes arrives before the plane does.<\/strong><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The airplane had one large wing and three floating windows.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike stared at the drawing for a long time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His fingers rested on the plastic cover.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYeah, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI thought I was helping Nolan pretend.\u201d His voice had grown soft in recent weeks. \u201cI didn\u2019t know he was helping me believe we\u2019d all get there someday.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I leaned closer and sat beside him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t know he was helping me believe we\u2019d all get there someday.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Stella lowered herself onto the other side.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We gathered around our son while the scrapbook remained open across our knees.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike died that winter, six months after our flight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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On his last afternoon, snow covered the backyard and softened the shape of the soccer goal.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat beside his bed holding the crayon boarding pass.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His breathing had become shallow.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike died that winter, six months after our flight.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mike\u2019s eyes opened slightly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSomewhere better.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I placed the pass inside his hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My son\u2019s final flight ended in California.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The one he gave away is still taking off.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The one he gave away is still taking off.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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