My tombstone will read: "the most average person in the world." Since I represent the average, I find humor anything and everyone . . . including myself.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
I heard a mother cheering on her daughter at a grade school track meet--and it hit me. Less than three years ago that beautiful girl was a very sick, bald little girl going through chemo. Watching her long curly hair flying behind her as her healthy body crossed that finished line--I nearly burst into tears in thanksgiving.
I think too many times we hear cancer and immediately think the worse. Today I saw the best.