I can really relate to that, Klifford. I suffered from Rickets as a child (parental negligience) and achieved a peak male adult height of 5"4. I spent the bulk of my teenage years and early adulthood pounding uselessly against what I believed were the prison walls of my own body. I wondered how any woman could ever love a man who could not gaze lovingly down on her or make her feel protected. Needless to say, the growth of my frontal cortex was not stunted. In that time, I aslo became deeply introsepctive and very serious academically. I accepted that I would not and could not ever be the type of male who turned heads or about whom girls bragged to their friends, but that I could, if I was courageous and patient enough, be the type who offers strength and stability and maybe even who others look up to. That is why I have decided to go to into medicine, so that I can devote my life to helping others. So what if w'ere short? At least we can always have handsome heads of hair, right? We should chat some time!