While on the road to recovery I received a gift that could
not be purchased. It was a card from my son in college, say,
"Dad, you can't imagine how glad I am that everything is okay.
Happy birthday, I love you," My son had told me that he loved
me before. It had been during the previous Christmas holidays,
when he had said to me, while crying, "Dad, I love you! Can't
you see what you're doing to yourself?" I couldn't. Choked
with emotion, I had cried, but this time, when I received
my son's card, my tears were of joy, not desperation.