Dear A.J.,

I was talking with your dad the other day, and we both agreed that you are definitely a remarkable young woman. You're extremely smart, sweet and fun to be around.

The other day, when I went with your dad to drop you off at school that morning, I saw the hidden side of you. I'll never forget the look on his face when you turned around and told that boy that "that's why you have the basketballs, and all he had was a pair of ping pong balls."

I had a hard time keeping a straight face and not laughing, but before we were more than two blocks away, we were both doubled over laughing. That boy deserved it.

Thank you for helping me in the infirmary. You have no idea how it helps to have someone who can concentrate on just the very minor wounds, which frees me up to look at the worse ones.

You may not notice, but I see how your dad watches you when you're there. I see the pride in his eyes, and I can see how much he really loves you.

Kid, the man dotes on you. His world revolves around you. You're all he has, A.J. I know that both of you try to do what's best for both of you.

Take care of yourself, little girl. I can see that you're on the edge of burnout. Save some of that energy for yourself.

I'm here to talk if you need me. I'll always be here for you.

Take care, Stretcher