I'm not the kind of guy who gets in the thick of things. I hang back; I watch, observe, and absorb. It's just the kind of person I am. It's just what I do.
Today, at our farewell brunch, Simone called us a tribe. And what a tribe we are; spanning the world, rising from all walks of life, bringing together Berto's sophistication and Brandy's raw honesty, Bradley's sullen charm and Casey's radiant exuberance, Dominique's fire and Kitty's tranquility. Binding ourselves to each other with eight-second hugs and laughter and dancing and terrible decisions.
We are the Bloggers in Sin City. We are people of words, each with a story to tell, each with our powerful voices to tell them. Each unique, each unified by one solitary fact: we were there.
What do you want me to say to you? That you are all beautiful and brilliant, that you are a grade of humanity above so many? Because I can, you know. I have watched you, listened to you. I know the greatness in each of you. But I don't have to tell you this, do I?
Because you already know.
You were there.