Wednesday, May 16, 2012
You know the moment you come face-to-face with authenticity. Music, talent, humor, personality, intelligence, art - it doesn't matter the subject at hand, if it's authentic - you feel it. I FELT authenticity the first moment I met John Caudill. He's a dear friend and neighbor and father of my son's best friend, and 10 years ago he was simply an authentic stranger to me. John, 51 year-old father of four, had a stroke yesterday. A "bad one" I'm repeatedly told. Are there good ones? Fifty one? Really? I suspect we'll find out what 'bad one' translates into. All my thoughts and prayers with him and his lovely wife and children and huge loving Caudill family. I'm a better man and friend to have met him and experiened his authenticity - enjoyed his laughter - shared his genuine love and acceptance of people - any people in any walk of life. They all have come to love him as I do. I look forward to spending many, many more days and nights with my friend John - and celebrating our collective authenticity!