A woman I went to grade school and high school with is one of the oldest people in the world with cystic fibrosis. Today she is in the hospital, suffering from one of the many illnesses the condition has caused her over the years.
This woman is probably the most remarkable person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I was always so in awe of her — even years ago — that I never felt comfortable pursuing a friendship with her. I’ve always simply admired her and her husband from the sidelines.
I once asked her if I could write her story, but she declined, saying her privacy is very important to her. Still, her story is compelling — especially for what it tells us, the rest of the species, about love.