Imagine, if you will, being locked in a cage. A cage where you can not speak one word and you are unable to walk. You will never escape from this dwelling, ever. All while, surviving your days lusting for a life without confinement. How would you feel?
In a nutshell, this is Logan. His body is his cage. He is in a daily battle against cerebral palsy that prevents him from doing what he desires to do. At six and a half years old, he is unable to stand, walk, talk, eat, and drink by mouth. While he perseveres with his magnitude of strength, courage, and determination, I am reminded daily to be thankful for the most miniscule of things. More than that, I am thankful God blessed me with my son, my hero, my Angel.