However, I digress; three weeks after I returned to work the Von Noys left Utah and returned to Europe. I owe them a debt that can be paid back only with love admiration and being there for them whenever the need may arise.
This was going to be just another blog entry but its fast becoming a journal of who I am and how I got to where I am. About two or three weeks after returning home from the rehab center Hans asked if I felt I might be depressed. At first I was somewhat put off by the question. The thought that I might be suffering from some form of mental illness was not only offensive but condescending as well. No not at all, I responded but the more thought I gave to it the unsure of my answer I became. Sometime later, I asked his mother if she thought I might be depressed. I told her of Hans