It’s been almost three years. You know me by now. You know I love to laugh and you know how very much I hate to cry. You also know what makes me laugh and you know what makes me cry.
Sick kids make me cry. Always. So yeah, last Sunday, I read this article about 18-year old John Challis. Did you?
By the time I was done, my newspaper was covered with giant spots of wetness. Possibly a leak in the roof, but most likely a leak in my eyeballs.
I wasn’t going to write about it because there’s not much I can say. But then my sister emailed me the link today, not realizing I already had my heart ripped out by the story, but hey, thanks for REMINDING ME! Because is there anything more gut-wrenching than a son apologizing to his father because he couldn’t beat cancer?
As I said. Nothing I can say, nothing I can do. I just wanted you guys to be aware of this young Burgher and his amazing amazing bravery and perhaps his even more amazing maturity.
A wise man once said, “Life ain’t about how many breaths you take. It’s what you do with those breaths.”
And that wise man is this young kid, John Challis.
So yeah, read it. Just realize you’ll be left with questions with no answers and bleeding emotions with no salve.