Here is my all-time favourite recovery story. After a nasty injury just before her 80th birthday, my mother undertook typically (being her) unconventional strategies for rehabilitation, from jumping on the trampolene to purposefully rearranging the contents of her brain. The most meaningful, however, was reaching out to a long-lost love from more than half a century before. The re-ignited flame continued to burn (although mostly long distance) until her passing a decade later. So here's to Dorothy and Andy, and to us all.