but last week I went to class, and had a very good spot where I could actually see myself, and for some unknown reason I started to cry. I think it was because for a brief moment I was actually keeping up. I was dancing. It was the cha cha. There was a moment when I was right behind Louis, and I was keeping up. It was a brief moment, because he switched over to the lindy hop, and I cant hop. I just cant seem to hop. But for a moment, I was dancing.
Three days later I go look at Louis' website, to see if he would be teaching this week, and there's a short video interview posted. In it, Louis says, " I see people start to cry when they realize they are actually dancing". But he didnt see me, did he?
OH, and when I left the class (at Richard Simmons studio), I see Richard, and he smiles and says hello, and tells me how happy he is to see me at class. He's so nice. I cry again, in the car. I'm going to write him a note next week, to tell him how important that contact is to me, and to the people who come to his studio, who need that smile, that hug and that word of encouragement. Its someone making you feel like you belong, like you matter.
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