The boy in Miami

While I headed north from my grandfather’s funeral, the boy was headed south. We passed roughly at the MD-DE border, headed opposite directions on Route 95.

Map of Miami neighborhoods
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His reason for heading south is as serious as mine was: a health concern for his dad has prompted him to relocate them all back to his place in Miami. A long-term destination, for a likely long-term treatment need. Better to be settled. Better to start things in the place where they can be finished. Better to be near doctors who are more likely to speak his parents’ first language.

He doesn’t say he’s worried. But I know he is. I’ve been where he is, and I know him well enough to know the difference.

So I’m praying for the boy. For this need, and for the deeper needs of him and his family.

God bless you, boy.

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