Kevin.

He has the curly eye and glittering hair guaranteed to ensnare the heart of any young lady, the rolling gait and prosperous belly of a natural born dairy farmer. A charmer, not yet out of nappies, and yet a force to be reckoned with.
My little man, here, Tigger-lover and lollipop-poacher, has brought his Mum to the shop a couple of times, and has never failed to leave his mark.
Kevin Mc, a Little King of Ireland, has a bit of a problem, stoically borne. He endures the deprecations of a rare disorder, E.B., (epidermolysis bullosa).
See the blemishes on this heros hands and arms? Every night, like exotic flora, they blossom into unbearable blisters (his feet suffer the same fate)
Kevin lives in Kiltegan. A tiny place, one shop, two pubs, the wrong church, for most of the natives. Trish and Mick run one of the pubs, The Talk Of The Town. Trish and Mick love little Kevin, (even if his parents are blow-ins), and got to organising. Trish and Mick, and the humble burghers of the village, raised over five thousand euro to send Our Little Man to Lourdes. It might work, it might not, but by Jesus am I proud of the people here, just for the effort, if nothing else.
Truly, I will never live anywhere else....