The call came at 6 A.M. Karen Brennan's twenty-five-year-old daughter, Rachel, had been in a motorcycle accident. She was in a coma. Her CAT scan, the neurosurgeon said, was very, very ugly. Instantly, Karen Brennan's life of comfortable dailiness becomes passionate necessary-ness. Cautioned that her daughter will not be the same person, Brennan waits and hopes through weeks of intensive care, months of coma, and Rachel's determined efforts to walk...