My daughter just keeps amazing me. About the time I think she is never going to submit to another hurtful needle, she puts on her composure the way I put on my shoes, and deals with it. Her veins were hard to find today, and once again she had to be stuck until a vein was found. She handled it beautifully, which always makes me so proud. I hope when I am called upon to handle a hardship in life, I will do it with the bravery and grace I have seen in Qavah. Don't we learn more from our children than they learn from us? Isn't that just one more reason to view them as a gift?