October 12, 2007
I can't stop thinking about Lori, and people like her, those who get so lost to addiction, to the life, and then make it back, bringing with them this tremendous humility.
They are the most attractive of all people. Safe. Warm. Understanding. Strong. Compassionate. Authentic. Wise.
She'd be appalled to know that I think she's different, larger, better. I tell her -- I told her last night -- she negates it. She can't see it, not in herself -- she's too close. Plus, it's her, it's her experience, it's what she knows. She thinks she's just another person.
She doesn't know she's exceptional.