OUR YOUNGER SON -- A STORY

Jo-El.  That's his name.  And do not forget the "-"  Her name was Florfina, but she was Lola to the two boys for whom she was the resident, always at home Mom to Marc and Jo-El.  She loved them both equally, but Jo-El was just a little more equal.  For a long time it was nearly impossible to catch him on his feet.  Lola never put him down.  We used to joke with her by saying that she was depriving him of his ability to walk.  She didn't mind.  As long as she had her Jo-El on her hip she was at peace with herself and the world.  This picture is a classic and holds a special place of reverence in our hearts and in our home.  It was snapped by the pastor of our church in San Diego.  He loved Florfina too and he was very fond of the food that she would prepare for him on all the special occasions of the Catholic calendar.  On the day when this was taken, she was walking around the church grounds where the summer bible camp was being held.  Jo-El, of course, did not have to walk.  What a life!
There came a time when Jo-El could carry Lola and Lola could only remember the long-gone days when she could carry him.  It is only right that they should share the same page, they lived together in one another's arms for so long that it is impossible to talk about him without talking about her too.
There was a time when she let him down long enough for him to produce a show that unfortunately has been lost to posterity, but was a rather large accomplishment for a little boy.  We only saw the first drafts of the first part because the end of the story is also the end of the production.  It goes like this.  Brace yourselves, it is rather gripping.
As a family, we had just acquired our first tape recording camera.  it was a rather expensive "JVC".  Of course it was a marvel to behold.  It wasn't long before Jo-El fell in love with it and deep down he knew how he was going to use it.  Mama and I set down the rules early, the first being that the boys could use the equipment but never outside the house.  It seemed like the right thing to do.  One day when school was not in session, Jo-El spend a large amount of time producing a very interesting show.  It was a stop-motion production that Jo-El was constructing by using his stuffed animals as the main "actors."  We saw the first few minutes of the production on the mini screen of the camera and I am not shy to say that for a nine year old boy to construct such a thing is very impressive.  As an adult you wonder how someone so young can get to this point of technology and of artistically logical expression. Extraordinary!  Then it happened.  The story line took them outside of the confines of the house.  With the camera to his eye and only his memory guiding his feet, he was setting up the background for the climax.  Little did he know that the climax was going to be ...KERSPLASSSSHHHH...AAIYYYEEEEEE...  THE END.  In the drink.  End of show, end of camera.  Beginning of lifelong memories. Everything swallowed up in the family swimming pool never to be recovered.
Yesterday, I was thinking about this story and I was thinking about Jo-El as he is today.  He is an under-employed graduate of the Academy of Art University in San Francisco.  I have seen a lot of his productions.  I have seen a lot of his story boards.  Some of them were stolen from his auto.  Some we still have.   The sharpest thought I had though was the one related to my own present situation.  In the form of a question it looks like this, "How do you make yourself comfortable when you have a pounding head full of ideas, both simple and artistic, mixed with intellectual statements and emotional expressions and can't make them come into reality?"  
It is frustrating for me.  It must be crushing for someone as young and full of art as our Jo-El.