So I adopted a rock star...

My daughter was adopted from an orphanage in Russia when she was almost 7 years old.  She has hemiparesis caused by cerebral palsy.  We don't think about it very much, it's just part of who she is; much like her black hair and black eyes.  She tries not to let it affect her, although sometimes it's out of her control.  She is not the fastest soccer player or the kid who is picked first to play kickball.  But the bigger picture is she always plays, she never shies away from anything. My Dear Daughter is a teeny, tiny girl with a very big voice and a big personality to match. 
In her middle school PE class, she has to run a weekly 1.5 mile cross country course, called The Ram,  under 24 minutes.  She comes home every Friday to report on her time and I'm ashamed to admit but I usually let it go in one ear and out the other.  Yet every week she lets me know.  One day I asked her how other students do and was quite surprised to learn that there are some kids who often don't finish under the 24 minutes.  That got my attention.  Here is my kid who, every week, goes out and gives it her all, regardless of her physical obstacles.  Wow.  Then today, I learned that she was named the Ram Runner of the Week.  This kid knocks my socks off.  I wish I could take the credit but she is proof of nature vs. nurture.  I thank God that we were able to make her our daughter.  My only regret is that we didn't find her sooner.