A few weeks ago, my oldest daughter turned 18. This is an exciting time in her life as she finishes high school and prepares for college. My wife and I are very proud of the woman that she has become; however, her outlook wasn’t always so rosy. 18 years ago, my daughter was in the hospital fighting for her life. She was born very premature (1 lb. 6 oz.) and the doctors weren’t sure that she was going to make it.