When my son was 2 years old, one of his classmates in pre-school was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma. The poor kid, only 2 years old himself, had brain tumors, spinal tumors, stomach tumors, and tumors around his eye.

My wife was one of his teachers and she worked with the Mother of the boy who had cancer. His mother talked about crying so hard and long that she physically ran out of tears. It was the darkest time in all of our lives.

The boy goes through with his treatment and who shows up at the hospital…Vince MOTHER FUCKIN’ Wilfork! No camera crews, no publicity, no Nike commercials. Just a big ass smile and some words of encouragement.

It’s with great amazement that the doctors were able to treat the cancer and he is now cancer free and doing great.

To this day, I can’t express how much that meant to everyone. He’s the shit.