True words

This whole train crash thing here in Glendale is pretty mortifying. This nimrod who wussed out of suicide ended up killing 11 people and injuring 200. Did he think that only he would be affected by the impact? Who is this guy? Couldn't we have educated him better so he would understand that there are better ways to off yourself? Boy.

Today on the news, as I was listening to survivor's stories and interviews with this dude's ex-wife's family, I felt that dull ache in my tummy that's associated with tragedy.

But then I heard something that really got to me. A fireman was onscreen telling the story of a man he found who was trapped under some wreckage. Lying near him was a letter to his family written in his own blood. It said that he loved his wife and children. Once again, to reiterate, it was written in his blood. The tears started pouring down my face.

You know what the beautiful part is? He didn't die. They rescued him. They picked up that note, put him on a stretcher, and saved that wonderful man's life. That note didn't contain his last words. It contained a declaration of his love for the people who mattered to him.

A special man-friend told me recently, "You need to learn what love is...I'm going to go watch Alias."

Forget the Alias part, because I understand that it's a good show and its siren song is irresistible--particularly when your then-girlfriend is having some emotional issues and she's not letting you help her.

I think most of us need some enlightenment. We ought to learn from this train-wreck victim. Maybe lay hands on him or something and figure out how this works. The desire and strength that lies inside this man must be intense.

I'm going to tell somebody I love them today. And I'm going to mean it. It's a good start, right?

Mwa (that was a kiss). g