A tale of two cells
After 36 years, I had pretty much forgotten the whole hike-through-hell thing. Then, early this year, on GoogleFace, I found out what Billy had been doing. He’d been curing cancer The Pan Massachusetts Challenge raises $30 million a year, making it the biggest single, athletic fund-raising event in the world. Betty Starr never knew it, back in 1950, that two of her own cells — two of the billions of gelatinous blobs guided by her unique DNA that made Betty Starr who she was — would ever grow, divide, and possibly change the course of human history. That these two cells would take very different paths. One straight into fear, and despair, and death. The other toward hope, inspiration and life. These two cells would fight it out in a grand war, all across the planet, for decades, perhaps centuries, to come. A fight for life, not just for these two tiny cells, but for millions upon millions of people. People who never met, who have never heard of Betty Starr. How could she have known? She was, after all, a pretty, happy housewife in Newton, Massachusetts, an upscale Boston suburb, with a nice house, a loving husband and a four-year-old son. Betty was, by all accounts, a remarkable…
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