This is Christi.  I met Christi while having breakfast at a local café that sits alongside a beautiful tidal river here in Rhode Island.  Christi told me that she had worked in Madagascar with the Peace Corps.  We talked about how different life is there as compared to here in the United States.  I recalled my own culture shock when I came  back to this country after spending some time in Central America, and joked about how she must have felt walking into a  Department Store after living in such a distant place. 

Christie said "...it's not really the shock of the materialism that was difficult for me, it was the change of relationships between people and their community."  That struck me.  Obviously, Christi looks at life through her heart.  Apparently, it's not the visual that concerned Christi as much as the relational changes that she felt. 

Having been a psychotherapist, I understand how important relationships are.  They are paramount. They are what preserves us and keeps us safe.  Christi knows relationships.  That is a special thing -- a beautiful thing.

This is Kim.  I met Kim as she was standing at the edge of Lake Erie in a small town named Vermillion.  It was a hot sunny day and Kim was looking for her children.  Kim told me that she was born and raised in Vermillion, but "never really appreciated the town."  "It's a shame," she said, "but you never really appreciate where you come from until after you move away."  Kim did move away to college, but eventually moved back.  She said "I really love it here." I asked if I could take her picture and she laughed.  "Sure" she said.

Later, I wondered how many parents have looked out over the horizon wishing that their children knew what Kim had learned -- that sometimes, coming home is a good thing, and that small-town America is home.

Tonight, Kim, your children will be in bed, exhausted and safe in your home in Vermillion Ohio -- A very small town.

This is Dale. I noticed Dale as he was parking a beautifully and intricately decorated Harley Davidson motorcycle at the Narragansett sea wall. The cycle was covered with colorful small beading displaying suns, feathers, and other Indian designs. 

When I asked Dale if he had done the artwork himself, he said "Do you have a moment?" and proceeded to explain his Narragansett Indian heritage and the symbols that decorated his hat, jacket, and bike. At the front of the motorcycle was beaded his Indian name - Buffalo Heart. I asked him why he was given the name and he said, "Well, I was named "Buffalo" because I'm big" (which he is), and the "Heart" was given to me because I'm a kind person and I have a big heart." (which he does). 

When I met Dale, I instantly liked him. He's a big man with a big heart. Dale is the kind of guy that makes you feel appreciation that his path and your path crossed. Thank you Dale. 

By-the-way, Dale said he is part of the Turtle Clan. I like that. 
Turtles are good things to be.

This is Lori. I met Lori on a very hot and humid day in Newport. Lori smiles a lot and quickly says that she loves her life. At one time she apprenticed with the Boston Ballet but stopped dancing when she married. She says that she loved dancing but that "now my children are my jewels." Lori is single now and says that she is simply happy being who she is. 

To me, it seems as though Lori never stopped dancing. Although she is no longer with the Ballet, she is dancing through life. Lori is happy dancing to her own music. 
Life is Lori's ballet.

This is Hamish. Hamish was originally from New Zealand but moved to the United States when he was in his twenties. I met him in his antique store which he opened 18 months ago. He is also an accomplished guitarist who plays in local clubs.

Some time ago Hamish was diagnosed with colon cancer and did not think that he would live. I asked him if that experience changed his attitude towards life. He nodded and said "... for four years I sat and did nothing, waiting to die. When I didn't die I thought I should probably do something."

I like that.

A lot of people sit around waiting to die but never learn what Hamish did after four years -- that it might be a good idea to get up and do something. Sitting and waiting for death is probably never a good idea.

Good for you Hamish.

This is Joe. I met Joe sitting alone on the sea wall. He proudly wears a US Marine hat that says he served in Iwo Jima. He says that he used to be a pretty good dancer but "that was a long time ago." He says he is 85 years old, and laughed when I told him I was 59. "You're still a young pup," he said. 

When asked about his service in Iwo Jima, he looked down and said that he had seen a lot. I was going to ask him more, but he didn't look like he really wanted to talk about it. 

After we parted I saw his car parked along the street. The car had a few bumper stickers on it. Like Joe's hat, the car also announced that Joe was an Iwo Jima survivor. It seemed as though both the car and the hat wanted to announce Joe's trauma, but Joe just wanted to sit on the wall with the sea and the setting sun at his back, and watch the people who passed by. 

Joe is letting his hat and car do the talking.

This is Vittorrio. When I first met him it was at the Sunoco Station. He pumped my gas and washed the windows. In a heavy Italian accent he told me that he had MS and wasn't able to walk for 20 years. He said that he returned to Italy to the church of Saint Gabriella where he experienced a miracle. He says that he has just been able to walk for the last 15 years. 

He then came around to the side of the car and gave my wife and daughter two small flowers and a sprig of oregano that he picked out of his garden that he keeps at the side of the station.  

I returned to the station today to take his picture. When I told him that I was taking pictures of people that I talk to, he said "That's a nice hobby." 

It is. 

Thank you Vittorrio.

This is Angel. I met her when I was having breakfast in a tiny cafe in a seedy industrial area close to Providence. Angel was with her three year old son and husband. When asked what he husband did for a living, she said "He's out to save the world." 

I asked her what that meant and she said that sometime ago their home computer broke and they didn't have enough money to replace it. She said that their friends began to bring computer parts over to her house and that her living room was soon filled with "all sorts of things." After her husband put together a computer for the family, he decided to start collecting old computers and repair them to donate to other people who couldn't afford them. 

That was how Angel defined "saving the world." 

I think that's fine. I like what her husband is doing. 

More people should try to save the world. 

Have a nice breakfast Angel.

I forgot to ask his name, and we only talked for a few minutes.

He was walking along a 1 mile track when I struck up a conversation with him.

He told me that he had been a pharmacist "back when every pharmacy had a soda fountain," and that he left that career to become a science teacher "for kids 12 to 15 years old." 

When I asked if I could take his picture he said "My picture? Sure. I guess that would be alright." 

He was quiet and gentle. 

I took his picture and he thanked me.