THE WIND PHONE

The Day Our Baby Almost Died

The gift on the other side of tragedy

Photo by Nagara Oyodo on Unsplash

I remember every word of our conversation. I was in the middle of teaching a tennis lesson. As my shoes slid across the surface, squeaking like tires to a stop, I felt my phone vibrating in my right pocket. On and off. Something was wrong. My wife knew better than to call me while I was on the court…