Baby steps.
I was born in 1962, 3 months premature.
I am now 50 and alive and raisin’ Cain, with grandkids (although the grandkids aren’t allowed to raise as much Cain as Grandpa).
1 lbs 8 oz from what I’ve been told.
I could be held in one hand.
Doctors told my Father “Don’t bother namimg him, he won’t be here in the morning (so goes the Legend).”
Let’s not give up this fight.
Baby steps, indeed, but steps,nonetheless.