As I was watching a show about children with cancer this morning, I couldn’t help noticing the emotional strength the little guys exhibited.
It brings to mind a friend of my daughters. The first time I met her she was bald. She was just a little bitty person. I felt sadness, but she was running and jumping all over the place and she was wearing a smile. I would imagine their were times that she felt nauseous or felt pain, and didn’t smile and run around, but that’s not what this post is about. This is about a person that goes right back to “Life is Good” as soon as the mountain lion leaves.