This past year has been intense.

In May of 2005 I was injured in a motorcycle accident. Kids playing basketball in the street caused my bike to flip. My face was pretty torn up and I was full of road burn. I've hired an attorney to go after the homeowner's insurance of the parent's. These folks have never even said they were sorry I got hurt. I have a scar right on my eyebone of my right eye. I don't typically have accidents I'm a very cautious motorcyclist.

Also in May I was told about a young man, a Stanford student, who committed suicide by Caltrain. I was very touch by his story, he was incredibly gifted and I put together a memorial website for him. I did not know him. I know this sounds weird, but it's very healing to help someone you don't know esp when you are dealing with your own major illness. I witnessed a Caltrain suicide years ago and it changes you. I just hope it really helps people to remember him in the way he lived, not in how he died. I just wish I could have played a duet with him (he was a gifted jazz pianist named Giancarlo Colombo), discussed his philosophies about life or just been a shoulder for him to lean on. It's so devastating to hear that he went for help several times and no one at the mental health clinic on campus really heard him. I've battled depression in my past and I can honestly say I've walked in Giancarlo's shoes. He never knew that this was a temporary problem, one that could be fixed. Many depressed people think that way. I hope he's tickling the ivories in heaven, everything I've heard about him tells me what a wonderful person he was. I also was able to hide my sadness, no one ever knew. I don't know if the dead can read blogs, but Giancarlo if you can read this please know that you touched a lot of lives and you continue to do so even now. Rest In Peace, Giancarlo.