Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Boy Who Lived

Those of you who have read the Harry Potter books recognize the phrase above as a description of Harry himself, who as an infant was the only being to survive the wrath of He Who Must Not Be Named. Lately we've been referring to Alex as The Boy Who Lived, as a way of making light of his near-death experience this past fall.

All the doctors told us he wouldn't make it; they had never seen anyone with such severe sepsis survive. But like Harry, Alex survived against all odds, where no-one else had done so. And that survival, just the act of it, made both of them famous, whether they wanted to be or not. Harry was constantly whispered about behind his back; Alex met with one of the doctors the other day, who told him his case has been the subject of a few medical conferences now. Given their 'druthers, I think both of them would trade the notoriety for what they lost in the bargain: Harry, his parents and his innocence, the ability to be "a normal kid"; Alex, his health, his peace of mind, and his career in ceramics.

But today is Alex's birthday, a day they said he wouldn't reach. "It's not every day your young man turns 11," said Hagrid on Harry's birthday. Well, it's not every day our young man turns 38.

Happy Birthday, Alex, the Boy Who Lived.


  1. You are the best Nancy!
    Thank you.

    (but who the hell is that kid in the picture?)

  2. You're kidding, right? That's Baby Harry, with Voldemort's wand ominously pointed at his forehead...

    Love you, Goofy.


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