I have seen so many people whose body is riddled with disease and still continue to fight to live. From years of working and being a patient in a Rehabilitation Hospital, years of working in the hospital, years of working in a retirement home, and years of watching the health of family members and friends deteriorate. I have watched these people sweat profusely and writhing in pain only to move their bodies in some form. I have watched these people battle many physical and mental challenges to carry on basic activities of socializing, dressing themselves, and cleaning their living space and themselves. I have watched these people struggle to find the memories locked in their minds or be able to utter sensible words to communicate. Maybe it's the person waking up every day who works for minimum wage just to make ends meet, maybe it's the person who gets the diagnosis of a terminal illness and still continues to fight and live life in spite of it, maybe it's the person battling a debilitating disease of the brain, that steals their memories and yet they still hold on. I have witnessed the joys when they accomplish their goals, the determination to get there, and the fire of hope in their eyes. The human spirit, the beauty of hope.