One of the best lessons Mom taught me was always go to the experts for medical treatment.  In the early morning of December 10, 1949, when nearly six months old, I became feverish and howled with pain, especially when Mom touched my right leg.  She intuitively knew it was polio, even though it was early winter when the virus seldom struck.  Living on a farm in Pewamo, Michigan, a very small village in the center of the state where the cows outnumbered the inhabitants, there were no doctors. One of the best lessons Mom taught me was always go to the experts for medical treatment.  In the early morning of December 10, 1949, when nearly six months old, I became feverish and howled with pain, especially when Mom touched my right leg.  She intuitively knew it was polio, even though it was early winter when the virus seldom struck. There were no doctors in our small village of Pewamo, Michigan, located in…