Unit2Part One RomanceOur love story is not your average love story. Although I was born in 1960 and my husband Joe was born in 1962, our story really began much earlier on a trip from Austria to Halifax in October 1947. That is a trip both our fathers took to find a new life in Canada. They did not know each other and could not recall ever meeting aboard the ship. Little could they have known that fate was taking a long journey, one that would unite their unborn children in 1992.My father, upon his arrival in Canada, lived and worked in several different cities across the country before settling in Toronto. Joe’s father did the same but lived in Thunder Bay, Ont., for quite a few years before he moved his family to Toronto in 1968. Both our fathers were pen pals with the women they would eventually marry, bringing them to Canada from their respective homelands in 1958. They had three children each (Joe and myself being the middle children). What is also very interesting is the fact that Joe’s father and my father both worked in construction.Fast-forward several decades: I was working for a large bank in downtown Toronto’s financial district. One day as I walked through an underground concourse, I passed a man in the hall and with just one glance something struck me about him. He seemed to have a brooding quality. Of average height, he had large broad shoulders and longish, wavy dark-brown hair, a short beard and great eyes. There was a certain aura about him. Knowing how many people worked in the district, I knew I wouldn’t see him any time soon. Several months later, I passed him in the concourse once again. He was walking with a woman I used to work with. Disappointed, I assumed he was dating her and that was it for me.Several more months passed and I was now working in an area that was accessible only by a stairway. One day I was going down the stairs when I passed him going up. I could not believe my eyes! It was then that I realized: We worked for the same company! I was floored to say the least. I attempted to smile at him, but he was looking down.I asked around and found out his name was Joe, which department he worked in and, most important, that he was not attached! Then, as I was debating whether to put my name in for our annual baseball team, I saw his name on the sign-up sheet. That made up my mind for me!Our games were played on Centre Island, a short ferry ride from the Toronto shoreline on Lake Ontario, and our eyes locked while we were on the boat taking us there. Something inexplicable passed between us: We connected. Soon, we were cheering each other on as we played our game, and on the way back I worked up the courage to introduce myself. “Hi! My name is Rosemary. What do you do at the bank?”Later, we ended up working side by side after he took a position in my department. Our relationship slowly progressed as we got to know each other. Living in fairly close proximity, we found ourselves taking the subway home together every day. Our friendship blossomed.On Remembrance Day, 1993, Joe was out of the office on a course. He called to tell me how he felt about me. He said, “I can’t stop thinking about you, Rosemary. And I can’t sleep at night.” That day, and with those words, my life changed forever.Because we were working together, I was apprehensive about dating him, but after several months of intensifying feelings, we could no longer hold off. We had been dating for eight months when he proposed on the first day of spring in 1994. We were married on May 6, 1995. It was the most perfect day and we had the best time ever! Although we were in our mid-30s, getting married for the first time, God has blessed us with two wonderful children. Life cannot be any better.So, you see, fate already had things in store for us back in 1947. Some say that fate does not exist, that our lives are just random occurrences and coincidences. We beg to differ. A web was being woven even before we were born. That is fate!Harry: Well, how about this way, I love you that you get cold when it’s seventy one 1)out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a 2) , I love that you get a little crinkle 3) your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts, I love that after I spen d a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the 4) person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And i t’s not because I’m l onely, and it’s not because it’s New York’s 5) . I came here tonight becausewhen you 6) you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to 7) as soon as possible.Sally: You see, that is 8) like you Harry. You say things 9) that and you make it 10) for me to hate you. And I hate you Harry… I really hate you. I hate you.Key: 1) degrees 2) sandwich 3) above 4) last 5) Eve6) realize 7) start 8) just 9) like 10) impossiblePart Two Eternal LoveInterviewer: Chris, in the beginning stages of your diagnosis, how close did you come to committing suicide?C. Reeve:Well, I couldn’t have done it anyway, but ...Interviewer:Or wanting to commit suicide?C. Reeve: About a day, when I turn ed to Dana and said: “I’m probably not worth having. We should probably let me go.” And we — we agreed to wait a couple years. And then, if I still felt the same way, we could reevaluate it.Interviewer:And what did Dana say to you?C. Reeve: She said: “It’s your choice. It’s your life. You’re still you. And I love you.” And I remember saying that I’ve really tested the marriage vows here. Talking about in sickness and in health, we weren’t thinking about this. But what I’ve found is that people who have a really solid bond, when a catastrophe happens, it gets better and stronger. But if that bond is fragile or nonexistent, then a calamity can really drive people apart.Interviewer:Would you be alive today if it weren’t for Dana’s love?C. Reeve: No. And if I was single, I wouldn’t be, if I didn’t have that kind of a life, the life with Dana, with the family. It was all the difference in the world.Interviewer:How grateful are you for that?C. Reeve: Extremely. Extremely, because, all my life, I had prided myself on being so self-sufficient, to absolutely just take care of myself. I don’t need anybody. I didn’t even realize how lucky you are to have people who are there for you no matter what. Yes, it may be an achievement to fly solo, but there’s a great deal more true satisfaction in flying together. Interviewer:We turn now to the woman Christopher Reeve says saved his life, his wife, Dana Reeve. She has been by his side ever since the tragic accident. She has given him support, strength and th e courage to fight on. They’re an inspiring team. And, as director of the Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation, Dana helps touch the lives of so many other people.D. Reeve: We have a tremendous amount of love and respect for each other. We confer about everything. And I admire him, just as the world admires him. And I feel that he admires and loves me. And I think that we worked out a lot of our junk before we even got married. So we were together five years before we got married. So it was really — by the time we got married, we were ready for whatever. Really, my main interest, when he was in the ICU and he was unconscious and the various members of the family were saying, he’ll want this, he’ll want that, we should do this, we should do this that, the only thing I ever said is, let’s wait until he wakes up and let him decide. And that was the most important thing to me, and to get alone with him and to see where his heart really was. And he did become conscious. And we were able to talk by ourselves. A nd I said that: “I love you. You’re still you and I love you. And I’ll be in it for the long haul.”D. Reeve: We have a tremendous amount of love and respect for each other. We confer about everything. And I admire him, just as the world admires him. And I feel that he admires and loves me. And I think that we worked out a lot of our junk before we even got married. So we were together five years before we got married. So it was really — by the time we got married, we were ready for whatever. Really, my main interest, when he was in the ICU and he was unconscious and the various members of the family were saying, he’ll want this, he’ll want that, we should do this, we should do this that, the only thing I ever said is, let’s wait until he wakes up and let hi m decide. And that was the most important thing to me, and to get alone with him and to see where his heart really was. And he did become conscious. And we were able to talk by ourselves. And I said that: “I love you. You’re still you and I love you. And I’ll be in it for the long haul.”I think he knew that I was telling him the truth. And he’s an incredible survivor. And maybe he just needed that cue from me to know that he wouldn’t ever, ever, ever be a burden, and that, even though we had no idea what w as in store or how to do this thing, that we would do it, that we would get through it and that we would do it in the best possible way, and that we would still have joy in our life and laughter in our life, and we could cope.1. Everybody Loves RaymondDebra:[to the twins] Hey, come on, eat your breakfast here guys.Ally:Momma, I'm ready for my dessert.Debra:Dessert? I'm sorry honey, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Now finish your Count Chocula.[Ray enters from outside.]Ray:Good morning everybody.Ally: [showing her food] Hi.Ray:Hey guys. [Passes an envelope to Debra] Here, this is for you.Debra:[opens it] What is this? A card?Ray:Mm-hmm. Got up early to get it for you.Debra:Why?Ray: You know, cos of what we, you know.Debra:[reads] To a Special Wife. A love like ours is real and true as a lily holds the morning dew. Every day finds joy a new and in every way do I love you.Ray:Huh?Debra: Yeah, [giggles] Oh, that's really sweet Ray.[She puts the card on the table.]Ray:Yea?Debra: [not convincing] Yes, just love it, it's a really nice card.Ray: Oh, something's wrong. What? It's not enough? Oh. I should've got the pop up.Debra:Maybe you just, you didn't understand what I meant.Ray: Oh, you still want the talking. Look, this is better than talking, this is writing.Debra:Uh-huh. You couldn't even sign it Love Ray, you signed it Okay, Ray.Ray:Look, you know me, you know this all makes me uncomfortable. When I say I love you it doesn't sound natural, it sounds like some bad movie. Somebody's gonna laugh at me.Debra: What do you mean, laugh?Ray: Somebody's going to laugh at me saying that stuff.Debra: Stuff?Ally:Do you love me, Daddy?Ray:Oh, yes, of course I love you. I love all you guys, and mommy, huh? What a mommy. Let's hear it for mommy.[He raises the twins arms]Yay. Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not good at saying that stuff out loud. That's the way I am. That's the waymy parents were.Debra: Yeah, well, okay, but maybe there was something wrong with that. I mean, come on, do you want to pass this trait onto your kids?Ray: No.Debra: Ray ... |takes his hands] I love you. And ... I you.[Debra walks off]Ray: Oh come on, come on. It's all here in the card. Debra. Debra!!Ally: Stella!!2. The Gift of the MagicA story is told about a young marrie d couple whose names 'are Jim and Delia. They are poor but very much in love with each other.As Christmas approaches, Della wonders what to get Jim for Christmas. She would like to give him a watch chain for his gold watch, but she doesn't have enough money. Then she gets an idea. She has beautiful long hair. So Delia decides tocut off her hair and sell it to buy the fancy chain for Jim's watch.On Christmas Eve she returns home, and in her hand is beautiful box containing a gold watch chain which she purchased by selling her hair. Suddenly Delia begins to worry. She knows Jim admired her long hair, and she wonders if he will be disappointed that she cut it off and sold it.Della climbs the final flight of stairs leading to their tiny apartment. She unlocks the door and is surprised to find Jim home and waiting for her. In his hand is a neatly wrapped box containing his gift he purchased for her.When Della removes her scarf Jim sees Delia's short hair, and tears well up in his eyes. But she says nothing. He chokes back the tears and gives Delia the gift box.When Della opens it, she can't believe her eyes. There in the box is a set of beautiful silver combs for her long hair.And when Jim opens his gift, he, too, is astonished. There inside the box is a beautiful gold chain for his gold pocket watch. Only then does Delia realize that Jim pawned his gold watch to buy her the silver hair combs.Far more beautiful than the gifts is the love they symbolize.Key:1. 1) What did Ray give Debra that morning? He gave her a card.2) Why was Debra unhappy with Ray? Ray was reluctant to say "I love you " to her.2. 1) As Christmas approached, what did Jim buy for Delia?He bought her a set of beautiful sliver combs for her long hair.2) What did Delia buy for Jim for Christmas? She bought him a beautiful gold chain for his gold pocket watch.3) Is there anything in the story that touches your heart? What is it?Part Three The Power of LoveReporter:Sometimes it seems love and faith can conquer all. And there aren't too manyfamilies with as much love as the Simms. Their story should be absolutely heartbreaking. Instead, it's aninspiration. Ten months ago, Don and Karen Simms were told their teenage son Jonathan had vCJD, thehuman form of mad cow disease. There was no cure, no treatment, no hope. Most of us, reluctantly, wouldhave accepted that diagnosis, but not the Simms. They fought back, defied all the doctors and they've beenrewarded with something pretty close to a miracle. Here is Don Simms.Don Simms: We had choices. Those choices are that we could wallow in our own self-pity, feel sorry for our boy, feel sorry for ourselves. Or the other choice we had was that we could get up and do whatever the hell we could.Obviously you know what choice we made.Reporter:Jonathan is the eldest of Don and Karen Simms's seven children. He was a champion soccer player, so when he began losing his balance and slurring his speech, they knew there was something terribly wrong.Don Simms: When I saw the big, blue, bold, black letters vCJD. I knew exactly what it was and I knew whatthe outcome of it was and that was death. What we were told was, "Take him home and love him. He has oneyear. I'm sorry." And that was it.Reporter: As far as the medical community was concerned, this was a fatal, incurable disease. And the patients can get a condition called aspiration pneumonia and that's usually what kills them. But Don Simms wasdetermined that his son would not be its next victim. He gave up his job as an electrician and devoted all histime to learning about the disease and possible treatments, often spending up to 16 hours a day on the Internet.Here is a part of my interview with Don and Karen.Reporter: Was there no time that you thought it would be better for Jonathan if you ended it now?Don Simms:That would be the easy way out. Being a father is easy. To be a daddy is harder.Karen Simms: With nothing else, I just had to keep going, keep searching.Don Simms:We were given no hope.Reporter: And you were looking for hope?Don Simms:Yeah.Reporter: Did you find hope?Don Simms:We think we have. I found a drug called PPS. Early experiments with mice show it could slow down or even stop the progression of another disease called scrapie, a disease closely linked to vCJD. Reporter: So you were reasonably confident that, if you could get this treatment to Johnny, it wouldn't make him any worse?Don Simms: I don't think that anyone could have made Jonathan any worse, because he was deteriorating at a rate of knots.Reporter: You were losing him before your eyes? Yeah.Don Simms:Yeah.Reporter: Don was desperate to have Jonathan treated with PPS, but Britain's medical community said no, stating it would not support the use of this untested drug. That left Don with just one option, the court. Backedby nothing more than a parent's love, he took his case all the way to London's High Court. At last, DonSimms persuaded the London High Court to approve the use of the drug. Now, all he needed was a doctorto carry out this world-first procedure. Dr. Nikolai Rainov, a neurosurgeon from Liverpool, was preparedto help. But in another blow for the Simms, the ethics board at the hospital where Dr. Rainov workedrefused to allow him to operate. For the Simms family, it was devastating. Having failed in London, DonSimms came home to Belfast. He found another neurosurgeon, but, more importantly, a hospital preparedto carry out this world-first procedure. Jonathan has now been receiving PPS since January and the signsare good. Don Simms's crusade has nearly sent him broke, but he believes it's been worth it. Certainly Iwould describe his effort to save his son's life, as nothing short of heroic.Key: 1. BCBBB2. 1) soccer, losing, slurring 2) fatal 3) 16, the Internet, PPS4) didn’t support the use of the untested drug 5) January, good1. Son Donating More Than Half of His Liver to His MotherAnchor: In this age of medical miracles, a new surgical technique, known as living liver transplants, is getting a lot of attention. One of those transplants is taking place today in Washington. A son is donating more than half of his liver to his mother. His mother ultimately needs to have a transplant for her survival, and the doctor said that if she didn't get a transplant within the year or so, she would not survive. Our medical correspondent Dr. Sanjay Gupta joins us now from just outside the operating room at Georgetown University Hospital with more on this fascinating story.And, Sanjay, a front row seat?Sanjay:That's right, Daryn. That's why I am wearing these clothes we are in the sterile area right outside of the operating room. This is the first part operation taking place. This is where the donor, in this case a son, Mark Linthicum, 27 years old, a perfectly healthy guy is donating his liver, 60 percent of it, I should say, to his mother, who is in an operating just next door and has gone to sleep just an hour ago. The surgeons here are busy. You can see a whole group of them working on making large incisions on his abdomen to go ahead and remove the right 60 percent of his liver.This is quite an amazing gift of the son to the mom, and we had a chance to talk to them a little bit earlier this week. Here are Mark and his mom.(BEGIN VIDEO CLIP)Mark Linthicum (Liver Donor): Doctors at Georgetown had brought up this living donor program to me, and of course,I had to think about it for a few minutes. I think it took me about three. But anything for my mother.Dorothy Linthicum (Liver Recipient): It was something that he just decided to do on his own.Mark: They are going to prep my mom first and have her basically ready to receive and make sure that everything's going to be OK with her before they even bother cutting into me. I wasn't too concerned with, you know, with myself; I was more concerned of how she will do.Dorothy: It's very special and, you know, he's given me a chance to live longer. Of course, apparently, he wants to hold onto me for a little bit longer.Mark: You're my mom, so, like I said, you know, how many chances do you get to give back? And you know, anything for you, mom. You did — you gave me life.Dorothy: I guess we have to make this paid in full.(LAUGHTER)Mark: Yes. I would think so. I would think so.2. AAA FatherFor 52 years my father got up every morning at 5:30 a.m., except Sunday, and went to work. For 52 years he returned home at 5:30 p.m., like clockwork, for dinner at 6:00 p.m. I never remember my father taking a "night out with the boys," nor do I ever recall my father drinking. All he asked from me as his daughter was to hold his hammer while he repaired something, just so we could have some time to talk to each other.I never saw my father home from work ill, nor did I ever see my father lie down to take a nap. He had no hobbies, other than taking care of his family.For 22 years, since I left home for college, my father called me every Sunday at 9:00 a.m. He was always interested in my life, how my family was doing, and I never once heard him lament about his lot in life. The calls even came when he and my mother were in Australia, England or Florida.Nine years ago when I purchased my first house, my father, 67 years old, spent eight hours a day for three days in the 80-degree Kansas heat, painting my house. He would not allow me to pay someone to have it done. All he asked, was a glass of iced tea, and that I hold a paint brush for him and talk to him. But I was too busy, I had a law practice to run, and I could not take the time to hold the paint brush, or talk to my father.Five years ago, at age 71 again in the sweltering Kansas heat, my father spent five hours putting together a swingset for my daughter. Again, all he asked was that I get him a glass of iced tea, and talk to him. But again, I had laundry to do, and the house to clean.Four years ago, my father drove all the way from Denver to Topeka, with an eight-foot Colorado Blue Spruce in his trunk, so that my husband and 1 could have a part of Colorado growing on our land. I was preparing for a trip that weekend and couldn't spend much time tallied to Daddy.The morning on Sunday, January 16, 1996, my father telephoned me as usual, this time from my sister's home in Florida. We conversed about the tree he had brought me, "Fat Albert," but that morning he called the tree "Fat Oscar," and he had seemed to have forgotten some things we had discussed the previous week. I had to get to church, and I cut the conver¬sation short.The call came at 4:40 p.m., that day, my father was in the hospital in Florida with an aneurysm. I got on an airplane immediately, and on the way, I thought of all the times I had not taken the time to talk to my father. I realized that I had no idea who he was or what his deepest thoughts were. I vowed that when I arrived, I would make up for the lost time, and have a nice long talk with him and really get to know him.I arrived in Florida at 1 a.m., my father had passed away at 9:12 p.m. This time it was he who did not have time to talk, or time to wait for me.In the years since his death I have learned much about my father, and even more about myself. As a father he never asked me for anything but my time, now he has all my attention every single day.Key:1. 1) brought up 2) on his own. 3) cutting into 4) concerned with 5) hold onto6) give back 7) in full2.1) He got up at 5:30 am and returned home at 5:30 pm.2) He spent eight hours a day for three days painting her house.3) All he asked from her was that she could have some time to talk to him.。