We went to Greg's first baseball game this summer and watched him play for the first time in 2 years. He got a solid hit between 2nd and 3rd base his first time up to bat. It brought tears to my eyes seeing him at the plate and running out to play right field. I'm so happy for him. I'm also very proud of the way he has handled himself through adversity. I said a silent prayer and thanked God not only for the hit and healing him but making him the wonderful man he has become.

Okay, I know I'm a little emotional and I don't get like this too often, but do blame me?