“I ’d like to share a little story with a heart-warming ending. In 1998 I received a call from a local group home asking if I would make a “house call” for an elderly man dying of cancer. I drove to the remote location on a dark, rainy night and was taken through myriad rooms filled with inquiring eyes. The social worker gave me the history—as much as was available— about this man called Mikola who had no home. He had come to them from the street after being diagnosed with cancer. The most attractive feature of this man was his blue eyes. They dazzled like diamonds through his wizened old skull.”

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