A whole new perspective

Almost two years ago, around Christmas, my brother had a bright idea. He decided to get his bike out on the ice and run over soda cans. It obviously ended really badly, which usually happens when my brother get these bright ideas. I remember hearing a scream and I ran outside to go get him. He fell and landed right on his elbow. At first we thought he'd be fine with a little ice and TLC, but finally we took him to the walk in clinic. It turned out my brother broke his elbow in two, and needed surgery. Everyone knows i'm extremely close to my brother so of course, I was all about being there and all of that. 

We waited for hours and hours it seemed like for Marcus to get in and out of surgery, it ended up being really really late and Marcus was still foggy from the amnesia. The doctor really wanted to hold him over night so they put him in the pediatrics floor. I stayed over with my brother while Mom went to get food and stuff out of her car and all of that. Since he was on the pediatrics floor there were tons of really sick little kids everywhere. There was one little boy who stayed in the room right next to Marcus, he was in the hall outside their rooms playing with a puzzle. I walked out there sat down next to him and asked if I could join. He was so overjoyed. He started telling me about his family and his mom and dad. He just described everything so happy, it makes me so angry that families like that, and such sweet amazing little boys like him have to deal with things so terrible like the sickness of cancer. 

He just looked so fragile and there was just no other way to explain it, bald, cute as a button, and fragile. He told me like it was no big deal that he was dying, but he didn't seem to mind. He said that he gets to look over his mom and dad, he was just so amazing. Then he started talking about his favorite foods and about the puzzle. All I could do is look at him, he can go about his day happy and so strong on the inside yet some of us crawl to get through the day when we have so much. We talked and played for maybe a half hour until mom came back and that half hour is one I'll carry with me for the rest of my life. All I can say, is I hope that little boy kicked cancers ass! .