And yet he has one dream – in his case, an impossible one. He dreams of becoming a runner.

Of course, he understands that his diagnosis is a huge obstacle. But no one can forbid someone to dream. And he dreams, hopes, and believes.

I honestly admit, sometimes I catch myself thinking: “I want to be like my son – just as optimistic, just as strong, and able to love life, no matter what.”

One day something happened to which I didn’t pay much attention at the time. We were w

alking near an old church when he suddenly asked me to stop, having noticed a large statue of an angel in the yard.