Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm

“We have to go slow with this right sleeve,” Michael said.

Noah leaned forward.

Michael worked the oversized sleeve over the thick cast an inch at a time.

The stiff fiberglass snagged on the nylon lining.

Noah winced and drew his shoulder back.

“Easy,” Michael said.

“We’ve got all the time in the world.

Nobody’s rushing you.”