I loved this book. In the beginning I wasn't sure I wanted to read on due to the nature of the disease (and the lack of knowledge about it) but I am glad I did. I can not comprehend facing the horrors that Rachel had to deal with at a young age and through out her life. I found myself crying many times. Although this book was heartwrentching it was also very inspiring.
“God didn’t give man wings; He gave him the brain and the spirit to give himself wings,” counsels Rachel’s friend. “Just as He gave us the capacity to laugh when we hurt, or to struggle on when we feel like giving up. I’ve come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death…is the true measure of the Divine within us. Some … choose to do harm to themselves and others. Others … bear up under their pain and help others to bear it.”
This book shows us that we can endure what we have to endure and have a cheerful attitude about every thing we have to deal with.
I do not undestand why her friend Leilani was written in the way that she was. Maybe one of you can help me out with that one. Wasn't one disfigurement enough?