This is what I love - my head, dreams, conceptions - all cracking open
in a heady rushing confluence of life. Challenged and cherished. Into
NYC tonight, my super shuttle driver is also super nice (from Haiti
originally). So I joke with him, we laugh, I help with bags and soon?
The beginnings of friendship. He drives miles out of his way at the
end of a long day to pay our respects at the World Trade Center site.

I'm out of my 'comfortable' life. Duty, empathy and witnessing calls.

David