In 1349, the Christians of Strasbourg put 2,000 Jews to death in one night by burning. They were afraid Jews were responsible for the Black Death. In 1980, I stood for hours in an NICU holding the tiny hand of my premature daughter completely in love with her and wondering at the range of feelings in our lives. Under other circumstances, I could have been either one of Strasbourg's persecuting Christians or one of its persecuted Jews. As it was, I found myself standing there in awe of how much love I felt and in fear that the strand of life to which my daughter was hanging onto would break. What a complex collection of feelings and circumstances we are. I thank all the other authors here for adding their own brand of wisdom to the explanation of who we are.