surviving.
When we finally left the plane, Grant was waiting near the end of the jet bridge.
I was surprised.
Hadn’t he been desperate to attend his meeting?
“I called my boss,” he explained. “Asked him to move it until tomorrow.”
“Could you afford to do that?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe not. But I’ve realized some things matter more than business.”
Then he offered to carry Dad’s bag.
Dad smiled and handed it over.
Grant walked beside us through the airport, matching Dad’s slower pace.
Whenever crowds rushed past, he positioned
