Sometimes I sit around and think that I need to clean house better, do more work, drive a better car, accomplish something in my life that I have yet to try. Blah, blah, blah, me, me, me.

And then, out of the blue, the doctor calls and tells me my 8 year old nephew may never talk right. That he has a ’scar’ on his brain that will cause seizures for perhaps the rest of his life; that may prevent him from ever speaking a clear sentence.

And then, I’m reminded. It’s not my life, this project, or that deadline that’s important.

There’s a young man, a boy, a *baby*, that has yet to experience life, that has had more hardships than you or I already in his short life, that will experience ridicule, prejudice, and untold amount of difficulty for the rest of his life. An innocent. My heart just aches for the man he will be and the humanity he will encounter along the way.

If you’re the praying sort, drop a line for Devon, if you will. He’s a good boy. God knows him well.