This is my mom. At 72 years old, she has lost her husband and two of her six children. A year and a half ago, I broke my neck while body surfing at Laguna Beach, California. I have no functional movement below my neck. Three months ago, I moved in with my mom. She has been my only caregiver, day and night. She does a job that, until three months ago, was done by a staff of seven three-quarter-time caregivers. Even with all this help, I still became too much of an inconvenience for my wife, and she divorced me. This is what caused the move. Yet, my mom was right there to pick me up and bring me home, without even giving it a second thought. She has taken care of me tirelessly – someone who can't even feed himself. Not once has she made me feel like a burden. Not once has she made me feel unwanted. If there was ever an example of what love is, with the exception of Jesus Christ, my mom is the example. There are all sorts of moms out there. But I was blessed enough to have this one. I love you, Mom.