A few weeks ago, I was in New Orleans for a conference and I had the opportunity to stay the weekend with my best friend from high school, Sara. We hit Jazz Fest on a sunny Friday at 12noon and it felt decadent to be spending time with friends, eating good food, and enjoying the sun and the music. As we walked to get a drink, Sara saw her dear friend and stopped to say hello. That friend was Steve Gleason. His talking screen was moved away so that he could enjoy the day with his companion and not have to respond to the thousands of people who were greeting him individually. Sara and I continued and she told me more of his story from her own perspective and how the whole experience had affected her, her husband Neal, and all of his personal friends. Traveling today, I downloaded and watched the Gleason documentary on Amazon. I have no words. This is one of the most remarkable men, his wife one of the most remarkable women, and his small son so very bright and brave. I will forever be touched by the moment I crossed paths with a real hero, and I will show my children this film and teach them what courage, persistence, and true love in the face of adversity can look like. May all of the Gods in their various heavens, the Universe, and all of the good that exists be with you, your family, and those you have touched Steve ❤️.
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