I got a message from a friend. I won’t waste any time. I’ll just show you:

I met a little boy with your condition at the hospital today. He was very sweet and excited to hear that I knew someone else like him. He wanted to know what you did. His mom started tearing up when I said you were a painter, a writer, and a civil war historian. He has to use a wheelchair and when I told him you used one too, he got the biggest smile on his face. His mom later pulled me aside and thanked me for showing him that he can live a fulfilling life. You made a little boy very happy today.

Sometimes I forget that I actually do affect people’s lives. One person can make a difference. And if I’m remembered for nothing else, I’d like it to be for what the mother of that little boy said.