Love…tough one. To me love is about compassion. I think there are different levels of love. I love each and every person in this world—from the crack head to the newborn babies—my love grows as I get to know people. Although it is hard for me to admit—I even love the people who have hurt me (just a little)—I have compassion for them because they have to have something wrong with them to do the horrible things they did to me. I guess the next question would be—what is compassion? I’ll have to think about that a little more…