The neurologist I participate in studies with asked if I would sit in on a class of post graduate students he was lecturing to. I thought, why not, and it might be interesting to meet the up and coming generation of healers. As it was Valentines Day and the campus is downtown I asked that my afternoon thirty minute Q&A go first. With a house full of girls my responsibilities on this day are great. Failure to deliver in a timely manor would be painful for weeks.  

Through the introductions to this smaller then expected group of twelve or so it was reveled that most are in research. The instructor advised “they really don’t work with humans” he wanted them to get experience of how what they see in the lab translates in a real ALS patient.  

Speaking to a sun light and conversation starved group of kids who play with mice for a living was, well, uh, unexpected. My first impression was, oh no, another group of the smart yet clueless in the making.  

My second thought was clueless or not one of these folks might find the cure. So I figured I should take this seriously and try and be of value. Just in case.   

In a nut shell, they asked good question covering the medical to ALS’s impact on my family. They where interested, curious and thoughtful. The physical review was a little like being the subject for a group art class. Thankfully I was able to keep my cloths on.    

My take is the future might be ok if the rest of the up and comers are about the same.