Lived with witchdoctors in a squatter camp in Africa for 9 months. Then they told me the ancestors had chosen me to become one of them, so I did. Before I left, the leader apologized to me on behalf of his people because he confessed they had killed a bunch of white people during the worst time of his tribe's oppression. He said that after they decided to not kill me and let me live with them, they'd realized that not all white people were bad. He felt remorseful because he thought they'd probably killed some of the good ones...

Stories!

I can share stories. I have a lot of them, a lot of crazy ones. I'm a good listener, too. But I'm not one who is the loudest in the bar, dancing on the tables or anything. People tell me I carry a bright light inside of me, a positive energy. I wish to share that energy with all I meet.

I'm interested in people and getting to know them on more than a casual, surface level. Listening to people's stories and hearing what's important to them.