[Crowbob]

I really have got to tend my garden. It can wait. To inspire young parents, beyond our kindly Lee, is the more important task, me thinks.

On this particular and recent day, the 13th of May last, a Friday, I was having some difficulty seeing the road ahead. Panic was still, but barely, contained on that highway that leads deep into enemy territory.

Being a Spartan, charging forthwith to Ann Arbor and to a particularly reknowned institution dedicated to the care of Women and Children, was unusual for me.

My daughter awaited me there having suggested I also put myself there forthwith ('If you want to' she said) after her learning that an interpretation of a prenatal ultrasound suggested the wombed child she was carrying was dealt a blow. No, a tetralogy of blows to his tiny heart first described by a man by the name of Fallot in the literature of pediatric cardiology.

It turned out happily to be a false but very alarming alarm.

Nevertheless, the newborn was brought to we few gathered there by the nurse who asked,'who wants to hold him'?

In the span of time similar to that it took Muhammad Ali to be in bed between the time he switched off the light but before the room went dark, I leapt.

As such, I became the first human in line to hold and embrace and love that dear and healthy child after his parents.

Like Science Officer Spock, I will wager with any wolverine, that that child's blood runs green!