DENVER -- You ain't going nowhere. The ice has not yet melted. Summer has not yet arrived. From the opening minutes to the closing horn Wednesday night at the Pepsi Center, the message was as clear as a telegram:Not done. Stop. Not losing. Stop. The Red Wings are not hitting the golf course. Stop. The Avalanche is not dancing into the Stanley Cup finals. Stop. There will be a Game 7 in this series, because one team was not ready to give up on its destiny and one man was more than ready to face his own.Stop.You ain't going nowhere.
Itook off my jacket. I emptied my pants pockets. I put the bag on the conveyer belt.I walked through. Beeeeep. "Step over there," the security man ordered. "Wait for someone to wand you."Ah. I slapped my forehead. My glasses. In my jacket pocket."It's these," I said, waving the glasses. "Can I put them through? I'm sure I won't beep then.""NO, SIR," he barked. "You only get one chance!""But if I don't beep without the glasses, isn't it the same as . . .""You only get one chance!"
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.