When I was in my
twenties and a brand new teacher, another teacher and I took a large group of
students on an overnight hike to singing pass. Almost as soon as we got there, David
Milner slid down some ice and broke his hip so we tied him to a ladder we found
outside a ranger’s cabin inside two sleeping bags. The next morning we carried
him down. The six of us who carried him developed an intense sense of camaraderie
that has lasted our lifetimes.
When I performed Knock Knock, a play I had wrote, I had
the same feeling with my fellow cast mates who were going through a major life
event with me—particularly with Warren. Every night, I forgot where I was—not
my lines, where I was—and Warren would say one word, and I’d know where I was
and be off again until the end of the play. He had my back every performance.
Ever since meeting
reading my script he has advocated turning my story into a film. Today he
called and for the third or fourth time, got wound up telling me the reasons
for his passion for my story and his faith in it. Today, he gave me a gift of
confidence I will never forget. He is such a prince. We are getting together to
storyboard a script that I will then flush out under his direction. Partners. I
feel so blessed.
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