Today I spent a little time with a patient who lives beyond the surface. He is just an ordinary man - a father, grandfather, softball coach, neighbour, friend. He would probably tell you that he is nothing special. Outwardly, this man has wasted away before my eyes over the last three months. Inwardly, his spirit overflows with joy, peace, love. He lives beyond what appears to be a tragedy - a cancer that should have been cured is killing him. He surrounds himself with laughter even as our eyes fill with tears. We know - he knows - that he is dying. But his spirit lives beyond this surface of pain. He is beautiful.