I reach into my bag and pulled out the fluffiest, cuddliest, most perfect bear I could find.
Placing the bear in the little boy's arms, I gave him a kind smile. This little boy, Jonathan, has a severe brain tumor and will die any day now.
I heard the little boy's mother let out a sob behind me. It must be so hard for the parents. You don't know how they cope until you look at the little boy, Jonathan, wearing his big toothy grin and for just a minute, you begin to think everything's going to be alright.
I feel so sorry for the poor kid. He's only 8 and he will never get to see the world. He'll never get to grow up and live out his life nor accomplish his most wildest of dreams.
I don't think I could ever have so much happiness and hope in the condition of life that these kids have to experience.
This is my first time giving out bears to the royal children's hospital.
It isn't until you take the time to walk into a place like this that you really begin to understand the feelings of sympathy, sadness and sorrow.
Don't get me wrong. I love it. I love bringing the bears to these kids.
That's why I want to do more. I want to expand this into something more than just giving out bears to sick children. These families deserve a lot more than just some teddy bear.
I haven't quite come up with an idea as to how I'm going to expand this but I do know I'm going to start raising money to give to research and medical treatments for these children.
I understand this isn't a problem that will seize to exist but the least I can do it try to make this all a little better for the people involved in it and that's what I'm going to do.