-------We really never know what kind of excess baggage children carry around inside of them. We all go through life with many secret insecurities locked away. Fear of vulnerability often forces us into hiding, but sometimes special people or extraordinary circumstances can crack open the shell.
-------I knew a bright, happy boy. On the exterior, you would have considered him a perfect child. He was so full of life; kind, gentle. He never seemed to get in anyone's way.
-------Lurking deep beneath the handsome smiling face there were two invisible elements; one physical, the other entirely emotional. The physical malady rested in his body, unknown even to himself until it had taken its toll. Cancer took his life at a very early age. The infirmity lying within this child's mind took longer to reveal itself to those around him, though somewhere locked between his conscious and subconscious thoughts it had plagued him throughout his short life.
-------As his health deteriorated he never gave up the fight. He worked at living his life even as death began to take the upper hand. When the inevitability of his untimely death became apparent even to himself, he felt compelled to answer the question no one knew to ask; the inquiry he'd carried with him most of his life. He looked at his mother and father, who had adopted him as an infant and offered his reply to the silent quandary. "I guess my real mother didn't want me because I was a boy and she wanted a girl."
-------A life of love from his adoptive family had created a beautiful child, yet somehow it wasn't enough. He couldn't leave the world in peace until he found some sufficient reason why he had been rejected as an infant. Knowing the child as I did, I feel assured he found that peace within.

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