When we lived in the red house on Block 89, Charlie Tusome “the Gruesome” came to live with us.  We all thought he was so grown up because we were so young.  He was 16 years old.  He had a bedwetting problem and we all knew about it.  We were not impressed with our understanding of the problem.  He would hide things under his mattress that he didn’t want us to find.  Once we found licorice under his mattress, it was wet and we were extremely grossed out.  I know that each of us has grown and developed more compassion.  I suppose you could say that we have a gauge to measure ourselves by from that experience.