My math teacher was a gorgeous, smart, tall woman. She was everything I wanted to be. Looking back, I realized I didn’t desire to be like her because of her looks or skills; it was her hope and how she knew she was loved; it was a hope I didn’t have and a love I thought I didn’t deserve.

When I was in College at Seton Hall, I was dating my (now) wife, Mary. We broke up for a period of time and I was absolutely crushed.