One day when I was about five my little sister had to be rushed to the hospital in New York. I was so scared and had no idea what was going on. I loved her so much and felt so protective but as a five year old there was nothing I could do.

A month or so ago, my son, who is now about the same age as my sister when she had to go to the hospital, was having trouble breathing. My wife and I packed him in the car and drove as fast as we could to the ER. It was the first time I felt protective and helpless in the same way since I was five. He spent 24 hours at the hospital with bronchiolitis, and made a full recovery just like my sister!