Bob Wallace was always a loving child. Once, when Bob was ten, he used one finger to laboriously type this message for his mother, Joanne: "Thankyou Mother. Thankyou Mother For Loving Me; Thankyou Mother For Caring for Me; Thankyou Mother For Your Care & Kindness, Even When You [Are Busy]; I Love You!" Needless to stay, Joanne still has that beautiful compliment tucked away in her memory book.

After he was about fourteen, Bob stopped telling Joanne he loved her. Instead he would say, "Oh, Mom, you sure look pretty." He would even give her such compliments at 7:00 a.m., as she stumbled sleepily around the kitchen making breakfast. Finally one morning Joanne yelled at Bob, "I do not look pretty. What's the matter with you!" Bob ran into the living room, his face contorted with misery. "Don'…