The story goes that there once was a little girl. Her name was June and she was born at a time when medicine was not what it is today. At the young age of 4 she was caught in the polio epidemic. For her, this twist of fate would be the legacy for strength, endurance and love like no other. Scars from surgeries on her legs were the start of storytelling from her to Brenda and I as a young mother reacting to the questions of her children. She would tell us of her trips to West Orange to a children's hospital up until her final surgery at the young age of 16. Only a couple of years earlier, a young man, Ed, was reading through a Look magazine about polio and there was a photo in the article of this young girl with polio. He wanted to take care of that girl. Fast forward to his time on the Navy Ship, USS Minotaur, where he meets and makes friends with another young man who invites him home on leave. In hindsight, divine intervention.