Today I realized just how small we are in this life.  I got choked up walking around the grouds of the Alamodome today and seeing just how many people were in pink.  As we lined up to start walking, I looked around at the sea of people that surrounded me and I was overwhelmed.  Tons of people released pink balloons into the sky, and I had to ask if those where symbolic of the non-survivors.  The answer was yes.  I felt myself shrinking, smaller by the second and I finally understood the sheer gravity of it all. There I was, a single, small, insignificant person personally uneffected  by Cancer, in an ocean of people that have.

It is hard in life to see beyond our personal existance.  Everything seems dire, everything seems important, then you find out that none of that matters.  These strong people have to fight, not just to pay their bills, or finish assignments at work, but they have to fight for life.  If we can learn anything from them it is how valuable life is, and that the rest of the stuff that we stress out about is so minor and yet we spend so much time dwelling on it. 

I just want to say thank you!  To Michelle for suggesting this, and to all the strong survivors that have taught me, a typically selfish person, that life is not about me.  You have all taught me today that life is worth living for, fighting for, and simply living.  Thank you!