I spent a few moments (okay, many moments) today feeling sorry for myself. My back was so sore from a long day of rapid-paced procedures. I spent many hours leaning over a procedure table. I couldn't even count the number of medication-filled syringes I went through.
I felt sorry for myself...aching back and all...until I thought of the children whom I was treating. Each morning they wake, these children endure painful, debilitating muscle spasms.

Suddenly, with my little ache in my back, I felt two inches tall...the World looks a little different from down here.