I have been playing golf for about as long as I have been able to walk. While I have had moments of having a handicap in the low single digits, work life and the realities of being an adult have turned my short game and putting into something that looks a little bit like scratch off lottery tickets - you have high hopes, but it probably isn't going to work out for you. In 2015, my wife and I had our first child, a little boy named Jack. Jack was born at 25 weeks and was a very sick, but very perfect, little guy. Right from the start he fought like a sailor and hit like a ton of bricks, but life on this side of the line was not meant to be and Jack was called home at 3 days old. Golf has taken on a new meaning since then. The game I intended to teach my son, has turned into my son teaching me. Jack teaching me that even the most trivial of pursuits can have meaning and sponsor profound change in you and those around you. We take on this challenge and plan to raise a great deal of money for the hospital that fought so hard to keep our son with us. We walk the good walk to fight the good fight in the battle to better understand and manage preterm birth. My wife and I have found great strength in our faith and feel that perhaps Jack's purpose was to give his life to inspire profound change in ours and in those who touched his battle. Walk with us to help Jack help the world.