While visiting an area elementary school recently, one youngster came skipping toward me in welcome. His eyes were bright and curious with a confidence beyond his years. "I know you!" He nearly clapped his hands with excitement. "I know her!" His exuberance attracted the needed amount of attention among his peers, as he pointed excitedly towards me. With only the chance to nod in agreement, he continued his impromptu performance. "In second grade! You came to our class last year! I remember your cane! I know you!" (Okay, so...I have tried to download a pic of my exquisite cane for three days now, only to be denied. So, try to imagine a folksy hand painted craft in a combination of pastels and artsy hues of green, red, pink, blue, and purple. Real descriptive, right? Trust me, it's gorgeous and very memorable.) And, indeed he did know me. Or at least, he knew my cane. When I was diagnosed in July 2001, I knew nothing about multiple sclerosis. MS...jus