sabotabby titled this entry "Science rules!":
When I was in high school, there was a girl, N., in my art class. We weren't really close; to be honest, we weren't really friends at all. She came off as pretty mean. As it turned out, she had cystic fibrosis and was unlikely to live past her mid-20s, so suddenly, her bitterness made perfect sense. I'd be angry too. Every so often I'd hate my life (I was a teenager, after all) and then I'd remember that, well, at least my lungs weren't a ticking time bomb. Really put things in perspective.
A few months ago, she friended me on Facebook. I was, to be honest, pretty surprised that she was still alive. She's my age, after all. We are still very different (she's religious, votes Conservative, blah blah blah). But just connecting brought a smile to my face, to know that she survived to 30.
Today she updated her status with pictures of going out for dinner for the first time since her double lung transplant. This summer, she had a daughter. I don't think, when I knew her, she'd ever have dreamed of that being possible-her disease was a death sentence.
Locked, QWP
context is an illustration of
this classic xkcd slogan.