Everyday I wake up and come to work in a Children’s Hospital NICU and see the tole it takes on families. I couldn’t imagine having a baby and not being able to take him home. Some babies are so sick, they have been here almost a year. Then they go home, and some die anyway. I watch the news and see people who are hungry and people who live in the middle of war. Thousands of people die everyday of diseases that they shouldn’t get. Malaria?! What the HECK! Millions die every year from AIDS, a lot leaving their children homeless. I thank God everyday for everything that I have, for what I do, for being able to care about these things. Because a lot of people don’t. It’s a shame. They yell at people about how their latte was made wrong or get road rage because someone cut in front of them. These are the people who don’t get it. I even thank the Lord for my bad days. Because without him, there would be no days at all.