Okay, I don't personally know these folks, and it's possible they're absolutely brilliant. But common sense, nope. Not a shred of it. Speeding cars and snakes on the subway make me want to stay in bed with the covers pulled up.
In 1977 a diagnosis of childhood cancer was often a death sentence, but our daughter is now 34 years old, a lovely, lively young woman living independently, beloved of friends and coworkers alike. She is a survivor. So are the rest of her family.