About 2 years after Joe's accident, he and Alice, ages 14 and 10, were living with me in Sierra Madre. I had a 20’x20’ apartment on top of an old garage. It was amazing, how I carved three bedrooms out of its corners. Nice little place. I was supporting myself by teaching classes and I had a group of podiatrists out in San Fernando Valley, several miles west of here, that was meeting once a week, evenings. One night my mother couldn't watch the kids so Alice stayed with the neighbors up front and I took Joe, then 14, with me to the class. Not my first choice, but it should be OK. Anyway, we took off on the freeway headed west into one of the most gorgeous sunsets. And I just started to ball. Here was Joe, who had formerly been such a visually sensitive kid, never to see a sight like this again. I told him how bad that made me feel, and asked him how would he ever have that incredible satisfaction again? You know what he then reassured me? "I get it through Love."