I am in the airport on the way to what has become an exciting speaker tour in California. I stop for just a sec at the book store [of course!] and a book catches my eye. It has on it the photograph of a young family- mother, father, and son. The son is in a wheelchair and has the same look on his face, the same facial features as my teacher Noga Gazit’s daughter Noa does. I flip through it and see lovely pictures of the boy, named Jesse, and precious poems that Jesse has written over the years. There was one about when he swims he feels alive, and the picture shows a six year old with his eyes closed, the look of a calm angel, in the arms of his father.
