48. Denys, the Canadian boi responsible for 14thBrother; for generously sharing his passions, joys, heartbreaks, hopes, doubts, insecurities, lusts, loves, and in short his whole heart without charging a penny or demanding anything in return, and for underestimating how precious are the things he does, and for improving my world.
49. Jack, the guy I gave the rope to when I decided I did not want to die; for coming and taking the rope, and for a whole lot more.
50. Dr. Peter Duesberg who helped me eliminate a threat different than the rope, but no less lethal; for being a man for all seasons, and for simply doing what is right.
51. Bernard, the most beautiful black man I will ever know; for letting me touch him—both body and soul.
52. John, the old grey poet; for being as dependable as the dawn, for being wistful, mirthful, and ever optimistic, and for being as warm and kind as a cup of tea in a cozy bright kitchen when all the world around seems to be having a dreary grey, cold and drizzley day.
53. Tim Reed (his web-pseudonym), a beacon soul and breathtakingly good person who I would trust with my life; for being a pure heart when I thought none existed, for always having the truest of intentions, and for uplifting others in his every interaction.
54. Cheryl S., a beautiful mind with a scoop-shaped heart; for scooping me up, and saving me.
55. Ed R., a counselor where I work who has the courage to put his feelings where it counts; for always being happy to see me, no matter what, and for giving love with the reckless innocence of a child.