Then a publishing company called.
They wanted to turn Jake’s notebooks into a book.
I thought Jake would refuse.
Instead, he said,
“I want to choose the title.”
“What do you want to call it?”
He thought for a moment.
“Beyond the Face.”
The book was published the following year.
So many people came to the launch that there wasn’t an empty seat in the auditorium.
Sitting in the front rows were some of Jake’s classmates.
Some of the same children who had called him “Grandpa” years earlier.
Jake slowly walked onto the stage.
He became tired easily, and I was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand for long.
But when he reached the microphone, the entire auditorium fell silent.
“When I was little,” he began, “I thought people didn’t like me because I looked wrong.”
He paused.
“Then I realized that people are often just afraid of things they don’t understand.”
I was sitting in the front row.
Jake looked directly at me.
“My mother could have left me at the hospital.”
My breath caught.
I had never told him the entire story of what had happened after he was born.
But years earlier, he had found the old paperwork.
“The doctors couldn’t tell anyone how long I would live. My dad was scared. My mom was scared too. The difference was that my mom took me home with her fear.”
The room was so quiet that I could hear the woman beside me crying.
Jake smiled.
“I don’t know how many years I have. But I know life isn’t about the number of years you get. It’s about how many people you help feel a little less alone during those years.”
People began standing.
First a few.
Then the entire auditorium.
The applause wouldn’t stop.
I looked at my son and remembered that morning in the hospital.
The pen.
The paperwork.
Mike’s words.
“One day, you’ll wish you had listened to me.”
When Jake finally came down from the stage, he walked over to me.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know now that you made the right decision?”
I was already crying.
“I’ve known it since the moment I brought you home.”
He smiled.
“I just figured something out too.”
“What?”
Jake hugged me.
“I never wanted to live a long life just for the sake of living longer. I only wanted to live in a way that made my being here mean something.”
