Seven years ago, I was rescued by people who never knew they were saving me. That May, I was stressed out about finishing my first book, and trying to pay bills with free-lance writing gigs. Because of stress or for some other reason, my multiple sclerosis started going downhill fast. My fatigue was terrible. I would spend about two hours a day working at my computer, and the rest of the day I was mostly in bed. I would go for days seeing no one but my wife, Aisha.