I remember the story.
I am sitting at a reception in the regional children's clinic. I’ve already taken ten and a half, gradually getting closer to understanding Zen. A baby is placed in front of me, I begin to examine it and in a couple of seconds I find that a phenotypic Down lies in front of me.
But if there are few Asians in the world, why cut off my shoulder, I'm going to ask, "To whom of the relatives he is like," I raise my head and see that in front of me is the mother of the baby - the phenotypic Down.
In short, Down's syndrome was confirmed in both, and when someone later thought of his father asking, "Why did you marry her, you didn't see that she was debilitated," he replied, "I thought she was just kind."