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		<description><![CDATA[august 8th, 2010 in late 2007 i hesitated. i was ready to celebrate FTX Echo in Echo Park, California and was just about to send out my email invite and flyer. but i stood frozen, my finger hovering over the send button, as i wavered unsure of whether to add one more name to the [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">august 8<sup>th</sup>, 2010</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">in late 2007 i hesitated.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i was ready to celebrate FTX Echo in Echo Park, California and was just about to send out my email invite and flyer.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">but i stood frozen, my finger hovering over the send button, as i wavered unsure of whether to add one more name to the list.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">Brandy Nightingale.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it was the first and only time this had ever happened to me and i didn&#8217;t know what to do.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i&#8217;m not sure how many truths there are in the world but i do know that in my time i&#8217;ve learned at least two.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and by learned i mean a belief that goes well beyond intellectual understanding.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">a belief that becomes faith.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">in 2002 my great friend Sean transformed. for the first time in his life he listened to and followed the stirrings of his quiet heart.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and his heart soared!!!!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">in 2001 he went to the Burning Man festival for the first time and was so taken aback by the art there that he came home and began to create his own.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">an assistant by day but at night over the course of months he created three giant magnificent illuminated seahorse sculptures.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">they were made of hand shaped steel and christmas lights and vibrant fabrics of purple and blue and yellow.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and with the help of his friends, he attached them to the front of an old van to drive in the Black Rock desert at the next years Burning Man.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and boy did they glow and shine!!! night after night i watched people bathed in the lights of his creation. all were smiling, some were crying, at the sheer beauty of it. &#8220;Love &amp; Seahorses&#8221;, as it was named, was more than the sum of its parts. it was as naked and raw and fragile as holding someone&#8217;s heart for the first time.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and it was then, on one of those dusty nights, that i learned a truth.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">that, without a doubt, any of us can do anything we want to with our lives. anything. as long as we are willing to take a leap of heart.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i will never forget this lesson, not just because he did something special, but because i SAW it happen.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">that was 2002. the year that many of the fuses of my lifetime dormant dreams were lit to explode.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and in 2003 they did!!</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it was the year i bought my first car, one i had wanted since i was born &#8211; a 1972 Chevrolet Chevelle built by my friend Gabriel.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">her name is Grace.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it was the year FTX officially started, at where else but Burning Man, where with the help of my friends we fed over 500 people with 1,000 pieces of french toast over the course of a week.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and most importantly, the biggest and scariest leap of my life, for the first time ever i asked a girl to be my girlfriend.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and she said yes.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">but in 2005 our relationship ended. and i didn&#8217;t understand or know what to do with all the tumble of emotions inside me that felt like broken glass spinning inside a dryer.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it took me two and a half long years.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it was November 2007 and i was in Boston walking alone on a cold sidewalk when i was stopped in my tracks by a second truth.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">we all deserve love. and i did too.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">it may seem obvious or simple but i didn&#8217;t know it until that moment. instantly it became faith to me and transformed me forever.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">one week before that moment though i was in Los Angeles, finger hovering over the send button, not realizing that i was in my final week of grief, regret and loss. that the decision to either keep or remove Brandy&#8217;s name from the FTX Echo invite would change my life forever.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">Brandy, who i met at the same time as my past girlfriend in 2003, reminded me of that painful past and the things that would never be. and that was why i hesitated.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i was timid. i was afraid. i had been full of pain and fear for two and a half years.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and then without hesitation, without thought almost, i let it all go.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i added her name back in and hit send.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">she IMMEDIATELY replied, excited to come to her first FTX and to see me again after so many years.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i returned from Boston with now two truths hugging my insides. on December 1<sup>st</sup>, 2007 the gang celebrated a uniquely small FTX with old, new and renewed friends and in one weeks time after that i asked Brandy to be my girlfriend.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">my heart soared!!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">our hearts soared!!!!</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and in time, i, FTX 1 invited her to become FTX 110 in our gang family, and we travelled the world together, sharing and growing, laughing and crying.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">today is August 8th. my birthday. a day of gifts. and today i listened to the stirrings of my quiet heart and took a leap.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i asked for the most special gift i could.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">i asked Brandy to marry me.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">and she said yes.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #8b4513;">1+110=1</span></p>
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