Love Listens to Understand

Okay, I imagine you're saying to yourself, "Hey, this lasagna lady is nuts."  I get it since close encounters of the third kind are highly suspect. Unless of course, you are discussing the matter with Giorgio A. Tsoukalos or Erich von Däniken. But, if you're not a fan of Ancient Aliens or have not read Chariots of the Gods, my experience will seem odd. You'd certainly have doubts if the only aliens you've encountered are in movies or on TV. If you only know the Klingons, Romulans, Vulcans, or Borg of Star Trek fame maybe you would think I'm a six-pack short of a case. You can imagine how surreal and strange it must be to grow up with a secret you are not able to share with anyone for fear of being labeled crazy. Finding others who share the same experience is comforting because you can't be crazy when someone, anyone, steps up and says, "Hey, that also happened to me." Each experience you and I have in life is a unique opportunity to grow our sympathy, empathy, and compassion for others.