A story about a donkey

I have a soft spot for donkeys since an incident which happened back when I was in high school.
My family lived in the suburbs and we had a backyard with a small swimming pool. One day I heard a donkey braying loudly, so I run outside only to discover a confused donkey standing in the empty swimming pool.
After a heated discussion about the best way to get a donkey out of a pool, we slipped a blanket under it's belly and, combing the forces of all 6 family members, managed to pull it out.
The donkey was wounded and had infected sores, so I took it to the vet and cared for it until it healed.

Sean Wants To Be Messi

Saved by soccer

This guest post about my books was published in "soccerpursuits.com".

When my super-active, jumpy son Rob was four years old, his kindergarten teacher strongly suggested that I have him evaluated for ADHD.

As we both suspected, Rob failed most of the assignments in the test. He wasn’t able to build the required structures out of the provided blocks, arrange the given cards in their correct order, or recite the days of the week.