Years and years ago when I was a college student I got so mad at T that I kicked his door HARD after I had left and he had closed his door. He said it made all of the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. My brush with violence….

But on a warmer and fuzzier note, one time I was in an ugly-crying state, pacing his office, ready to walk out but not wanting to. He stopped talking at me and just embraced me. One of those breakthrough sessions for me.