Some stare. Emboldened, the curious ones ask, what happened to you? His robotic-like wheelchair morphs, as it "stands" on two wheels, balancing, raising its occupant to eye level. Smiling, confident, yet the molding of his being began long ago. A young tot, battling disease in his body. He braces himself to stand, "Grandma, when my healing is manifested, I will be strong as an Ox and fast as a Fox!" "What do you want to be when you grow up?" He's asked. "Alive; a man whom God smiles upon."