Two months ago I met my step cousin Fredrick,
whom I had seen once, years before when his Dad married my Aunt. I thought I had a pretty good concept of what to expect. He was in the hospital recovering from an accident that had occurred five months earlier, unfortunately a few things had gone slightly haywire and he was looking at some staggering hurdles. He had endured what I am going to call 'a sample platter' of medical procedures, lost the use of his legs, and had enough foreign bacterias in his body to make him one or two cocci short of a biohazard. I hopped a flight to Atlanta from San Diego to stay with him during the week while his parents were educating the masses as professors at Georgia College and State University in Milledgeville.
 Simple assignment right? I was bordering overconfidence, "Hang out with a nineteen year old who happens to have a touch of Autism and little bit of medical situation, no sweat, I got this."
Little did I know, there would be sweat...and blood, and tears, and consequently, vomit, urine and feces, and yelling, and fighting and sleep deprivation, and loneliness to rival the depths of solitude, and a big grey cloud of uncertainty, impending dread, and terror... and that it would be worth all of it.
Everyday I am going tell you a little more about Fredrick and his incredible fight for life, and you are going to like it. You really will. Trust me.