Well what do you know

Maybe there's hope for this cold, heartless, bastard yet.

Last night I met a kid, nine months younger than me, who was injured by shrapnel in 2001 in Afghanistan. He then developed bladder cancer as a result of that shrapnel. It's no wonder he's having pain issues and struggling with PTSD. Yet, despite the crappy card this guy's been dealt, he smiled the whole time we were talking to his girlfriend.

It broke my heart to hear his story and I wish there were something I could do.