One night after one of our meetings in NC Way, one lady named Margaret gave Miguel a flower. I was so amused by the way he reacted. He smiled as if he just won an award and the flower was his trophy. He couldn't stop smiling. He kept on looking at Margaret. And he held on to his 'trophy' like his life depended on it. He held it so tight until we got home. Thanks Margaret! I just love that moment!