Sappy

Occasionally both my local paper here and the one at home run special "series": stories usually about someone facing some insurmountable odd that they miraculously surmount. I love reading these articles, but they all have the same thing in common: they're very very sad along the way. I recall one in my at home newspaper (the big city one, not the dinky city one) about a family who lost their mother to cancer and the end of her life was chronicled. So sad...yet, like a trainwreck for me--I just can't stop reading. In September, there was a serial about a teenage girl who was shot in the face and survived to tell the tale (or let it be told by a journalist). Sadly, I didn't get to finish that one, but I'm sure it ended on some happy note, as they usually do.

This week's serial, brought to you by the paper down here, is about a baby boy born 3 months prematurely (and weighing less than a pound). I can't help but pray that it never happens to me. The strength it would take to survive each day without a meltdown is unbelievable. And for this one miracle baby, how many are out there dying? It's too sad to comprehend.

I'm realizing this is sort of a rambling post. So here's the point: I read a sappy story in the newspaper this week and it made me cry. And it informed me about preemies and the struggles they face.