People influences, both dramatic
and subtle, are like air we breathe. Without it we would stagnate and
begin to die before our time.
The first day I started at the university I was introduced to Lolita, I
searched her eyes and saw a wonderful and warm soul looking back at me.
She has experienced the death of a daughter and knows first hand the
incredible reach the hand of grief has over the heart.
She has borne her
sorrows and emerged as one who shines with hope, humanity and laughter. I
am honored to have met her.
I popped in to see Lolita the other day and she was
telling me that her brother is stuck in Afghanistan right now and can't get
out. He was there doing communications or something when the whacko jihads
bombed the WTC. Apparently, he is being protected by his Afghani friends who
have surrounded his dwelling.