The young man in the wheelchair is my son; it is evening Easter Sunday and most everyone has gone home except Angel, my adopted daughter, and Tim, our beloved caregiver and friend. Notice the body language of everyone. Angel and Tim are in deep concentration trying to figure how to get out from under Greg's play. Greg's mind understands the math matrix, he knows what they have and have blocked them from being able to move.

What made this an "Aaahaaa" moment for me was the look of total exuberance on my son's face, so full of life and enjoying it! And yet, a couple of weeks ago he was fighting for his life.

Again, I give thanks for this miracle.