I wrote the question, and now I am having a hard time answering it!
18.5 years ago (when I turned 50) it was November, 1989.
Number one son was 2.8 years (February, 1986) post being totally paralyzed from the neck down, and I was physically exhausted (literally) from the challenges - oh so many- of the past 2.8 years.
We and he had made it through college after the injury, and I had safely moved him, reams of equipment, and an aide to Stanford Law School.
I was still running a program for my other son, Andy, and other individuals with profound disabilities, on no money, and my wife was paying the bills.
I was in terrible physical shape, and I didn't know what a derailleur was.
Today, Tim and his wife, Amy, are the number one disability civil rights attorneys in the US of A. I am in pretty good physical shape.
I outlived my dad who died at 61 - I never thought I would.
We are living ok.
We are still fighting the "system" for appropriate programs for Andy, now 41.
I feel really great. I bike, I swim, I walk, I lift weights.
I am involved in intense leadership, lobbying and organizing activity to end wait lists of many years for several hundreds of thousands of adults with developmental disabilites.
Idon't know how to sumit all up, except to say it has been major, heavy duty stuff.