We live in a time highly ridden with heroic acknowledgment of absolute strangers. This is perhaps due to a very real, very innocent desire to have something to believe in. To have people to believe in. All humans, no matter how different, have one thing in common. That thing is the big meaty wad of muscle beating in our chest. It is our constant, and we can't help but feel when the heart feels.
This is Chantal. She's a friend of mine, and one of my personal earth angels. I feel very lucky to be so readily reminded that I don't need posters of people I've never met hanging in my home to remind me how to live (except for Brad Pitt in the bathroom, he stays). I can simply ask my most influential heroes and heroines out to coffee.