I was just watching a documentary on The Learning Channel about an adorable little boy, Novemthree in Indonesia, whose face was all but obliterated by a massive tumor. The child underwent several surgeries in Taiwan, and returned to his village with most of the tumor removed, and looking more like the little boy that you’d expect.
By the end of the show, I was crying, so happy that things had turned out so well for him. And then, after the last credits, a caption appeared on the screen: Novemthree died from respiratory problems this past September.
I just sat there in shock.
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