Why am I shaving my head with St. Baldrick’s? Because when I was 11 years old I was a group leader in my Cub Scout group known as "Kee-O" and I was a mentor for a younger group called Beavers.  There was a boy named Jason with the brightest blue eyes, blond short hair and very pale skin. He gravitated towards me and his eyes would light up every Wednesday when we had our group meeting in the local school gymnasium. After a week or two went by, I found out Jason had leukemia.  I also found out that Jason lived on the same street as I did in a home, ran by an elderly couple who took in foster kids with disabilities. The kids, despite coming from completely different backgrounds referred to the other children in the house as their siblings.  Jason had a "brother" also in beavers named Raffi, who was bound to a wheel chair and suffered from cerebral palsy. Despite their challenges. Jason and Raffi were two of the happiest 6 and 7 year old boys you could ever come across. It bothered me that both of their parents gave them up for foster care but I was glad that they found the elderly couple who seemed very loving and kind and that I was able to share a short brief moment in the lives of Jason and his brother. When I came to learn that Jason had passed, just days before his 8th birthday, I came to know life is simply not fair for some, especially little Angels like Jason who never asked or deserved for cancer to enter his white blood cells at a time and spend more time in hospitals during the first 7 years of his life then most of us spend in a lifetime.