Whenever I think I´ve got it tough, I think of my son. Every attempt he takes at walking, putting one foot in front of another, takes so much effort and thought - I do it without blinking. For most of his life, he struggles to breath. This morning I sat with him before the sun came up because a nasty cough won´t give way and his airways were blocked. I breath without a care in the world.

He teaches me to think; he does it without a thought.