Saturday, May 9, 1964. I was a 10-year-old fifth grader. I had developed a peculiar red rash. My mother took me to the pediatrician, Dr. Joseph Bloom, who lived in our neighborhood. The doctor diagnosed German measles. I remember later that afternoon watching one of my favorite movies, The Day the Earth Stood Still. In the movie, an extraterrestrial alien – a perfect embodiment of a powerful image of our own human conscience and ideals – lands in Washington, D.C. and tells the people of earth that they must live peacefully or be destroyed as a danger to other planets.