I Don't Expect To Get

Brave People Are The Firemen Who Run Into The Burning Building. That's Brave.

I Don't Expect To Get Yesterday's Medicine. If I Can Help It, I'd Like To Get Tomorrow's Medicine.

My Job Is To Stay Alive Until The Medicine And Research Catch Up.

My Heart Goes Out To The Grieving Parents Who Lost Their Two-year-old Or Their Newborn.

There Is Nothing About Resilience That I Can Say That My Father Did Not First Utter Silently In Eighteen Years Of Living Inside A Two-dimensional Cutout Of Himself.