By far, the happiest collective group of individuals were the children, many of whom had lost everything in the tragic earthquake just two years prior... even their parents. They had such an infectious sparkle about them, and every kindness given to them was received with humble gratitude.
"Yuup!" This had now become our greeting for one another, and it was coming through on Wayne's I-Pad with the help of the less-than-optimal wi-fi at the Plaza Hotel in Port Au Prince. It was my first shot at seeing Dave Hester, the biggest breakout star of the breakout hit, Storage Wars.
In Haiti, there is no personal space, and when someone looks at you, it's right in the eye, and they don't break contact. Our group of four, flanked by the ballsiest woman I know and a six-five Haitian policeman with a gun, was being stared at by literally hundreds of people every second.
For the first time in my adult life, I truly had a fairy tale existence. But like all classic fairy tales, there had to be a villain. The villain was a faceless rogue who seemed to take great delight in slowly extinguishing any thoughts of happiness I had.
So while I curse cancer with every fiber of my being, this is the one and only time that I will ever say, "Thank you, cancer. Thank you for motivating me to get off my couch to kick your rectum sideways. 'Preciate you."