I'm here to tell you a story about a God who slays giants. ravel with me to post-World War II Italy and luxembourg. There I grew up with six brothers under a dying mother and a paralyzed father striving to defeat poverty--while I struggled against my own neurological disorder. Some days I wanted to bury myself away so no one could see my face contort; so no one would feel me kick them under the table when my legs jerked out of control; so no one would watch the black ink sprawl across the paper when I tried to write and my hands disobeyed. Giants like tobacco addiction, disease, and depression dominated my life..