What Makes Us Fight? (In a good way.)
I often wonder why some of us fight/challenge/take on/refuse to roll over and play dead and others accept, or at least pretend to accept, choosing not to fight much at all. Not just autism. Cancer, a bum hand in life, job loss, divorce, MS, ALS, you name it.
I see a lot of beautiful, strong women facing cancer on FaceBook and it blogs. I worry so much for my kids. But I am healthy. And grateful.
This scene from Sex and the City is one of my favorites. It's for fighters everywhere.