I am amazed at the stories, just stories so far, I heard today at training for my fellowship at Hemby Children's Hospital. So many times I ask God why I have to deal with my experiences with bipolar disorder or my hereditary dis-ease or the insecurities I harbor. But knowing that these children, who at such a young age go through chemo-therapy and have tubes stuck all up in them all the time and for weeks or months don't see the light of day or run around a yard - knowing that they still smile and joke and laugh and RECOVER humbles me. It lets me know that the human spirit is resilient and not confined by physical health or luck and that each breath is a miracle for each one of us, whether we recognize that or not.

I ask that I be a vessel for their healing and mine through creative writing and storytelling. I am grateful for this opportunity to learn.