Today my dad met a seven-year-old boy who is terminally ill with cancer. Just hearing about the details about him made my heart shatter into a million different pieces. Earlier in the day, I was worrying about how my make-up looked (as embarrassing as it is to admit) ,and now I was brought back to reality as to what is truly important; to count my blessings so to speak.
I know nobody has claimed it is, but I just can't get over how unfair life can be. A young boy who is never going to have the chance to grow up; he's essentially being robbed of a life.
Even though I don't know him personally (nor any of you reading this, chances are) I think it would be awesome for us to send some prayers his way.