Richard Lake: It's hard to pinpoint when the trouble began, but that doesn't matter now. On Monday, my hands were shaking, and they wouldn't stop. This made note-taking difficult.
Maybe it all began to sink in at a school event Friday, when my daughter's new principal made one of those jokes you're supposed to laugh at when you're in public. And we did, all 200 or so adults in the sweltering heat.
"Daddy," Carleigh whispered in my ear, "I don't understand why everyone is laughing."
You will, I thought, but thank God you're still my baby girl and so you don't need to worry about it right now. Soon, but not yet.
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