Also, during this debate, I've had a little bit of reflection about my personal experience, like many other people have today. I have a cousin—my Uncle Esalei; his boy Lomi—who has spina bifida. I remember him racing around in this little trolley around our house, and I never used to see the stress on my Uncle Esalei. He used to be able to hold that as a good, strong Samoan man and hold his fortitude. We never saw the stress of what it was like to have a disabled child. They moved over to Australia when I was in my teen years and, unfortunately, my cousin Lomi passed away from complications. Then my Uncle Esalei died about a month later, and it was very much our family's belief that he died from heartbreak.