Being a teacher of 9th graders, sometimes, you have to take a deep breath and start again. Yes, it is an interesting experience, one that I love. Often, people talk about how teens have changed and even I have noticed how different teenagers are now than 15-20 years ago. However, I have witness something over the months of my dad going through treatment. I have witness how my students ask me almost on a daily basis on how my dad is doing, telling me that we are in their prayers and letting me know it is going to be ok. I have had students give me hugs and give me encouraging words. I have had students tell me about how someone they knew beat cancer. They have talked about their faith and how God is in control and is healing my dad. Even had a student write a letter to my dad telling him how God was healing him. Yes, teenagers can be brats. However, they can also be a kind word and very concern about how others are doing. I am overwhelmed of the massive support friends/family has given to my family. When we started this journey almost 6 months ago, I asked God to heal my dad’s body. I put it in His hands and have every day declared that we are kicking cancer butt. However, the out pour of love, support, kindness, prayers and hope from all who know us truly is a witness of God’s love here on earth.