A young man came to my office today. He asked to speak with me. All he wanted to do was to talk about his dreams for his future. He'd chosen to talk to me because, he said, I must be a dreamer too. I asked him what he meant and he said that he knew that life must have been hard for me because I was, he paused to think of a word, 'big' and because I was in a wheelchair and because I was gay and YET he said, and YET, I seemed happy and successful.