People.

I went to acting class for the second week in a row. Normally I only go to see Gigi, but tonight we went out and I made two new friends.

Carole. She's an older woman from Springfield, Missouri (She pronounced it "Missourah"). Carole has been taking Judaic Study courses with her Rabbi. She grew up Presbyterian but converted to Judaism around 25 years ago. Carole said her mother wasn't very happy about this. When her mother spoke to the pastor about conversion, he apparently took a long pause and replied "Well, it could've been worse." I agree. She also studies astrology, and volunteered to do my astrological chart. Not only does she study astrology, but she also studies numerology.

Here's my birthday number broken down:

March 31, 1987 = 3 + 4 + 10 + 15 = 32 = 3 + 2 = 5

5. According to Carole, the number 5 is associated with mental souls. The number of America. The date the Declaration of Independence was signed also adds up to a 5. FDR was also this number. She continued to say that I'd work well doing something with the government.


Elizabeth Digati. I met her in class last week. She's an old student of Gigi's. She went out LA almost 7 years ago, to pursue her dream as an actor. Soon after she moved out there she learned that she had a condition that, if not treated, will make her lose all of her teeth in less than 2 years. Then she found out she had another condition, bumps all over chest, that if not taken care of she would die. So, she put her dreams on hold and took care of herself. Over the course of her treatment she took medicine that caused her to lose who she was. As if these weren't bad enough, she got in a major car accident. So much has happened to stop her from living, but she keeps fighting. She continues to fight because she has no other choice (except to die, of course, but she's an Italian). Liz hadn't performed in almost 5 years until coming back to class. Listening to her talk, to her story, makes you appreciate what you have.

We got the chance to do some improv together, and I must tell you...she's pretty good. A god-given talent. And honest to a fault. I adore the hell out of this woman.

After last week's improv, we had a good long hug and told her "I don't know if you know this, but we just became friends." She goes back to LA tomorrow. I plan on keeping in touch with her.

Moral of the story: Get to know people. Don't write them off just yet.