I was just sitting here thinking about my first with CF, Johnny. He is such a miracle boy. I remember him wasting away when he was a baby, with large black bruises all over his body. We thought for sure he would die. His electrolytes were so out of whack when they admitted him to the hospital that the nurse said he should be dead already. Every hour, every day, was so precious to us because we did not know how long he would be with us.

And now he is a husky, healthy, handsome young man, with a 4.0 GPA, well loved by classmates and teachers alike. He's even taller than I am now. Now when I hug him, I do not live in fear . . . I feel certain my Johnny Angel will live long after I have gone to my own grave. And he is a good man, who make this world a better place than it otherwise would be.

I am so grateful God saw fit to send Johnny to our family--where would we be without him? When I hear that 97% of fetuses identified with CF are aborted, I just want to cry for the loss of the amazing souls who agreed to take on the challenge of CF in this life . . .

Just feeling really grateful today; hope no one minds me sharing.