So, I live one town over from Newtown, CT. Our schools were locked down, and emotions were running very high. I know people who were murdered. We had friends over last night, and among the hugging and crying and asking why, my son's best friend's dad decided to change the subject to my new (delivered Wednesday) Tesla, as he couldn't bare another detail, another news report, another interview with a scared child or crying parent. The next thing I know we are doing test drives and rides in the Model S. We are backing it up to the end of my quiet cul-du-sac, and slamming on the accelerator until we get to the last driveway before the main road, at which time we let the regen kick in. We slow. We stop. We turn around. We do it again. We smiled. We laughed a little, and then a lot. We forgot, for a moment, the horror of our day. I got an email this morning telling me how much he appreciated the distraction. He called it "Tesla Therapy." My brother called this morning as well, saying he needs a distraction, and after last night would love some more Tesla time. So, not only is the car beautiful, efficient and more than a little fun, it gave us a respite from the heartbreaking news of the day. Model S as therapy. Thank you to everyone at Tesla that made this car possible. It was exactly what we needed last night. It gave us a glimpse of a better future, and a smile in the present.