gabePosted: March 21, 2013
This is Gabe. He’s not mine, but some friends love him dearly. Gabe checked in a bit early at two point two pounds to be exact. But he’s fighting, and was even able to cry the other day.
Sometimes when I get down about mergers or hassles I see a Gabe whose every cell demands life, fights for life, and the medical miracles it has taken to keep him here. My problems aren’t really so big after all.
Come on Gabe, I’m pulling for you. I believe in you.