Dedicated to my little boy - who one day became a fine young man.
He will always be the bravest boy I know.
The day my son was born may well have been the prophetic catalyst for all his future actions, whether conscious or not. I did not burst into tears at the sight of my child, as I had anticipated, but rather, watched in awe and amazement, counting his fingers and toes. It was not until the next morning, when I had some time alone with him, that the tears came. The doctor commented on the rather large size of his feet and I noted how disproportionate they looked with the rest of his body. But it wasn't his feet that caused the trouble, it was his hands.