CHICAGO -- What really hurts is this: I remember when Jim Harbaugh had pimples. I remember when he had long, shaggy hair. I remember when he first started playing quarterback for the Michigan Wolverines. And the time he broke his arm in his sophomore season and was lying in a hospital bed when Bo Schembechler came to visit. "Don't forget me, coach," he sobbed.I remember when Harbaugh used to live off-campus, in a house with several of his teammates. I remember when he said things like, "I'm so jacked!"
A few years ago, I met a great guy. He was warm and good-natured. He told funny stories. We hit it off immediately, which was good, since he was going to marry my sister.And since the wedding, they have been blissfully happy. They gave the family a baby this year, a little boy. Last week, at Thanksgiving, we made fools of ourselves gurgling in baby talk.
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.