Here I was with my little anxiety while Carole was suffering with memories of her late husband and the plane crash in which her friends perished. Seeing the real pain on the island that Carole was going through really put everything in perspective. Carole certainly carried herself much more elegantly than I did. I am so grateful that she saw my point of view with such grace, compassion, and empathy. It is rare for someone to be able to really feel others so beautifully. I am lucky to have a friend like Carole as she is quite an example of quiet dignity and reason.
Clearly, the only banner the girls should have hung in my honor was "AVIVA WAS A PAIN IN THE ASS IN ST. BARTHS." Next time I need to leave my anxiety on the tarmac.
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