My nephew Tate was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma in May of 2008. We call him "Taterbug". Over the past year our family has learned that the world doesn't pick favorites fairly. People often use that fact to question the validity of God or God's plan. I always consider perhaps the rest of us need to see first hand the difference between people in Tate's position and that of folks more "fortunate", and more importantly, how differently these people interact with their lot in life. It gives the rest of us the perspective and ammo we need to stay inspired about combating the ills of the world. Tate has been an inspiration to the better parts and perspectives of those around him. He is a gift, serving a great purpose simply through the mix of his innocence and misfortune. At the end of anyone's life, are they most happy for what they got for themselves, or what they meant to the world? Looking at it that way, Tate, and all those affected by childhood cancer, are living beautiful lives....