A Son's Last Lesson
My son is severely allergic to pollen, and because of his rare blood type, he must receive a specific desensitization injection at a bigger hospital in a different state.
To make that happen, I deliberately booked the same flight as my wife just so our son could get help as soon as possible.
But she insists on waiting for her late-arriving first love, refusing to let the plane take off.
When I confront her, she says, "All passengers are equal. If the plane can wait for you, why can't it wait for him? Cam still needs to celebrate Josie's birthday. It's just ten minutes. Nothing will happen!"
However, by the time we arrive at the hospital, the doctor tells us we missed the critical window for treatment.
We were just ten minutes too late. Our son has now become a vegetable.