...a nurse that worked in a psychiatric ward who told me about how one day the nurses were looking for this woman and couldn’t find her. When they finally did, she was scrunched up in her narrow closet; she believed she was living on an Indian Reservation and Indians were coming to scalp her. The fear in the woman’s eyes was unbearable. “I’ve learned to never take what you have for granted, and to appreciate gifts and abilities,” she told me. “When you’ve been around people who can’t, you learn to appreciate life so much more.”

I once interviewed a guy who had worked in the film industry for 22 years and laughed about the memories he had working with actors. But his past life wasn’t filled with so much happiness. “I was raised in a foster family,” he told me. “The hardest part was not knowing if someone was going to come and take me away.”

I once interviewed a homeless man who told me “People look down on me like I’m poor because I don’t have a front door, but home is where the heart is. The world is my home.”

If you ever interviewed me I might be able to tell you I love to stand outside during the calm before a storm. I might be able to tell you I love to sit in the middle of the city and watch people go about their daily tasks (creepy). I might be able to tell you my favorite thing is to drive to nowhere while blasting music. (yes I am that car with the unnecessary blasting music you hate).