I never met Jack Wilson.
Jack’s the friend of a friend. I’m told he was a master staircase builder by trade, the father of two sons and, for 33 years, the faithful husband of his college sweetheart, Becky. That’s Jack on the right in a playful moment during a wedding back in September.
There’s a reason why I’m relaying this story to you which will be clear in a moment. But first, here’s what happened.
About three days before Thanksgiving, Jack felt extreme discomfort in his lower back.