I got John Travolta to kiss Olivia Newton John at the Grease party back in 1978. Much better then having them just mug for my camera. Travolta lived in my building, but I never saw him.
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.