I still don’t have a picture of Sarah doing the half-time show that I really like. I tried again last night. On my way into the stadium, a vice-principal waved and asked me about Tommy. A few minutes later, a parent asked me how Tommy is doing. Almost immediately another parent asked, followed quickly by a teacher checking on Tommy. Before I left the high school campus, more than a dozen different people kindly stopped me and asked about a child who is no longer a student at that school. High school is a community unlike any other. It is a place where every child matters. Friday night football games are family reunions. Not Tyler Perryish passive-aggressive family gatherings, but spirit-nurturing family reunions. High School is your great grandmother’s house. You don’t live there, but it is always home.