I’m not proud of this, but the parallels to Michael Schiavo are undeniable. When I was eight years old my little sister Joan was barely three. She could talk but no one could understand her. I remember teasing the crap out of her just to see her reaction as she went to dad to tell him how badly I was treating her. His reaction? “What’s the matter, honey? I can’t understand you.” She would then come back to me and complain about my treatment of her. And, what did I do? I teased her some more. It was really funny...
