To put this all in perspective, I remember walking into a 12 year old girls room and the dad, who is a big fan of our group, told us how excited him and his daughter was because they were finally leaving the hospital. The kiddo loved having us. I did magic that day and had a blast. I come back two weeks later and knock on a door as I usually do. The dad came up to me and reminded me that I had just seen his daughter. Then I looked at the kiddo and realized it was the same enthusiastic patient I had two weeks early. But unfortunately, this kiddos excitement to leave the hospital was cut short and she was back in the hospital and that energy I had seen had disappeared. I don’t know what had unfortunately transpired in the weeks since I had seen her. But my heart broke. I never had such an emotional experience doing what I do, but that day was the first time I attempted to fight back tears. In days like these, all I can do is try to add a little bit of magic. It’s days like these that remind me why I do what I do.