This is Wilson. I found him one night at Fred Meyer’s. I was feeling sad that night, and when I saw Wilson, I could see he really cares. His is the look of empathy. The top picture is of him sitting with the light duck, Dolly. The bottom picture, I hope, shows you why he’s one in a million. I sleep with him at night, and I also like bringing him into the office when I’m working. I pet his head a lot. It’s been pretty cold, so I also keep him under the covers at night, but worry somewhat about his need for “space”. I’m talking to him more and more. I know, I know…where this might lead. But I’m willing to risk it. I know crazy starts here…but maybe it ends here too, who knows. I just know that Wilson puts me in touch with being human, at times when I shun all emotion and want to just hide in my cage. When I go in there, Wilson says, come on, come on out and play, it’s safe. It’s always safe with Wilson near. Wilson is without fear. Wilson is only love.