My first friend in the dojo because we both hated the style of Aikido and couldn't quite connect to people in Boston. My friend who was born in Lebanon, raised in Cyprus and the east coast of the US and who would love nothing more but to go back. My friend who doesn't give a shit about what I wear or what bands I listen to or who I hung out with last night. Who's wife is the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi. Who reminds me that we are all learning and growing on this crazy path that we have chosen. Who I will miss dearly when I am gone.
Thank you, Luc, for being my first real friend that I made in Boston.