Watching Ken Burns’ magnificent series on the Roosevelts, I am reminded that my West Indian grandmother so adored Eleanor & Franklin that she had me send the President a dime on the occasion of his birthday. I thought it not very much to give the man though I knew we had no more to give. Now I know that that brilliant woman was teaching me symbolism and sacrifice. As you know, it was FDR who created the March of Dimes. Those dimes, given by millions of Americans, were used to wage war against the ravages of polio. My dime was among them. I was taught the importance of giving to those less fortunate than I … to understand the blessing of good health in the midst of a plague afflicting thousands of children not unlike myself … to give just beyond the place where it is comfortable and safe. What a magnificent blessing she was in my child world. What an incredible legacy to try to reach every day of my long life.