Forty-five years ago in a small hospital a very small baby was born.  He was under two pounds.  For the most part his coloration was black and he had a slight hole in his chest.  He was over 2 months premature. The first Doctor looked at me and said you have a son but he will not live until tomorrow.  In a millisecond I went crazy.  My son Joseph was on one hand the luckiest baby in the world as he had a mother and father who loved him and had a great Doctor, from France, who literally sat with him for almost 48 consecutive hours.  Joseph spent 72 days in an incubator and beat all the odds and grew up to be a very special wonderful human being.  Today is his 45th birthday. I originally wanted to say it would have been his 45th birthday. I’m not going to say that. I think about him everyday. Not one day goes by when I don’t smile when I think about him and not one day goes by where I don’t cry that I lost him.  I will always love you Joseph.  Happy Birthday Joe