Whilst growing up if I ever said, "it's not fair!" my father would always counter with,
"life's not fair son, the sooner you realise that the better!" He was right of course. However, I don't think I knew just how right he was until recently. Not until I met little K.
K is a twelve year old boy who was abandoned at birth by his mother. Not the best start in life. Due to a learning difficulty no-one wanted to adopt K so he has been in care for the entirety of his short life. Recently he was placed in the care of my ex-wife and her new partner. During this time I have got to know little K, not well, but enough to see that he is a nice lad.
A nice lad that has been fighting a courageous battle against leukaemia. A month, or so, ago K had an operation that is was hoped would help him beat the leukaemia. For a while it seemed like the operation had been a sucess and K had won his battle. However, I learnt today the operation had failed - the leukaemia remains and K has been given two weeks to live.
Whilst I'm not the most religious person I guess even an aetheist needs hope and I am willing to give it a go. I am going to pray for K, to pray that these last few weeks are pain free, to pray that K has an enjoyable few weeks and to pray that K finally gets some peace.
Please pray with me.