PORTFOLIO & REPERTOIR

Dear Friends, I would be nothing to you if I did not take what I have learned from my time here on earth and share it.  Especially with those I love: My Friends. The last 5 years have left me particularly silent about the subject of my Dad's passing...At least publicly.  I can assure you there was no silence in my heart or in my writings, as I have filled more pages than anyone will ever know.   My Fathers Eyes - A Special Dedication Recently I have been thinking of my closest friends (many of whom are in their late twenties and early thirties). As time dawns on us all, I realize that the most loving gift I can give to them is to talk of the very thing that has robbed me of so much of joy: Losing my Father.  But even m ore important: The dire necessity for someone to spend time with their own father. If I could not muster this courage, I would be no friend of yours.  I would be nothing to you.  This is a realm I know all too we...

So the journey came to end this evening. After much preparation, they sent us on the road before the young people of this world.  As warriors of the heart, we departed and many schools and several months later, I finished speaking at my last community event.  This final engagement took place in Weymouth, Massachusetts. It was another beautiful day. Some divine force had postponed the onset of winter and gave us just a few more days of perfect fall in New England.  The students reflected this brim of hope.  Earlier that day, I watched them (one by one) touched, impacted, inspired, and excited.  I watched them walk with shoulders farther back, as they carried this new sense of purpose, awakening, beginning.  The message was simple: Kindness and Compassion, as seen through the eyes of 17 year old Rachel Scott . The week hailed 4 very different schools for me as a presenter. I bounced from the low income notoriously tough neighborhoods of Randolph, to...

     Its my fourth plane in 1 and a 1/2 days.  My clothes are still damp from the last sprint to catch the 1pm flight from London-Heathrow to Norway.  As I disrupt the lull of the settled passengers with my stubbled face, curly medusa hair, heavy breathing, 6ft presence; I imagine the thoughts behind their feeble attempts at feigning a blank gaze, "Oh God please dont let the monster sit next to me".      I wouldn't make the trip for just anybody.  In fact there are few people for whom I would travel half way around the world-- simply to be present at their wedding.  The trip is not cheap and its toll on my body comes at a heavy price.  I started at 9am in Orange County, caught the 12 noon from LAX TO JFK in New York, counted the minutes as the flight delayed some 2 hours to leave at midnight and land at 12:35pm in Heathrow.  From there, I needed to be on a 1pm plane and I still had to print my boarding pass....