I live in the love of my four children and my wife. When I say love, I mean it's the love I feel for them, it's the love they feel for me, and as recently as mid-December, we had a huge party.

We invited – get this – 140 people. It was my 80^th birthday and Sarah's not-quite 63^rd. She was going to be 63, and on the invitation, we said, this is a party to thank all of the friends who stuck with us through our difficult time.

We had also had a difficult time, because my younger daughter was born with hydrocephalus, and she had had a recurrence about two years before I became depressed, and, you know the warmth of so many people and the goodness of so many people carried us through those two episodes.

So, we invited everybody that we thought were good friends of ours, who had been with us. Even good friends of ours who lived in faraway places, and so many people came. We had a magnificent time. The kids put on a show, the four kids, in which they sang songs. I read a ridiculous poem that I wrote. You know, I write poetry that's so bad it's good. You know, it's funny. It's full of puns and references and so on. Sarah gave a slideshow of our family. And among the invitees were this community from our congregation, about 20 of them. And they had written a song… and sang it for us. It was a glorious, glorious evening, and it was as though… and I said it, in my poem, I began it this way and ended it this way: this is to thank all of you for what you've done for us. Yes. Yes.

And so, it had hit me again, and it changed my value system. That's the end of my depression story.