EVERYBODY'S talking about where everybody's going. This one's going here. This one's going there. Grant Hill's going to Orlando. Jamal Mashburn's going to Charlotte. Eddie Jones is going to Miami.And Chucky Atkins is coming to Detroit. Oh, maybe that doesn't make the same headlines as those other guys. Atkins doesn't care. He is happy. No, he's thrilled. Because his story is less about where he's going than where he has been.Let's talk tanks. Let's talk guns. Let's talk military presence. Let's talk buildings with bullet holes. Fans throwing bricks.
Afriend of mine has no children. She hears about it all the time."Why not?" they ask."How could you not want them?""Is there something wrong between you and your husband?"Another friend has three children. She also hears about it all the time."Don't you want a career?" they ask."Are you really taking those kids into that restaurant?"Once upon a time, having children was a given. Those who didn't couldn't. They were to be pitied.
You've seen these bumper stickers. "My kid made the honor roll at blankety-blank school."I used to think they were harmless. A declaration of parental pride. Now, I'm not so sure. Parental pride, it seems, can get you killed.Earlier this month, in a Boston suburb, two fathers took their kids to hockey practice. One father never came home.
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.