I can only imagine how it feels to see the person you're supposed to protect in pain, and you can't ease it. My doctor called me a miracle child. It's no miracle, but a combination of doctors, family, friends, and a determination to live to be old and gray that keeps me going. People pity me and say they don't understand why this happened. Well, if none of this had happened, I wouldn't be who I am.
Some people just make it look easy.
Life dishes it out and they take it, never complaining. You think they get nothing but suffering out of life. But they are the ones who get the best of life, because they value it most.