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What we can learn from a child: Simple, but easily forgotten lessons

1. Appreciate the little things.

2. Don't overthink things.

3. Live in the present.

4. Less is sometimes more.

5. Don't be afraid to trust.

Each of these things I learned from Xavier. His strength and innocence before, during and after surgery showed me once again how precious the mind of a child is.

Thank you.

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