Chicken Soup for the Soul: Children With Special Needs
“Yip Harburg Signs are all around us. Signs point the way. They tell us what we’re allowed to do. They tell us where we’re not allowed to go. They keep us from getting lost.
This is a story about signs—all kinds of signs.
The story begins at the home of my folks, near the Lake Michigan shore. It’s not where I grew up, but it’s where my parents have decided to retire, and we’ve visited them often enough over the years that I guess it’s a bit of a “home away from home” for our family.
We used to visit quite often. These days, we don’t make it up there as often as we’d like. It hasn’t been easy to travel ever since our son, Evan—now four years old—was born with a terminal heart disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and a variety of other complications brought about by a genetic condition called Noonan syndrome.
This year, the family—my wife Penni, our seven-year-old son Noah, Evan, and Evan’s nurse—traveled to Lake Michigan to visit my folks and get some much-needed rest and relaxation.
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