One late evening in NY city I went home to Brooklyn after my heart broke. I cried openly on the F train for a long while and I remember a rabbi looking at me with an expression between helpless empathy and confusion. At moments I wondered if he thought that there was nothing in this world worth crying that much over. A little shame I felt, but very little. Was that me feeling that I was a fool to be so broken... or was it one of those precious times when everything is revealed about a person, and a witness is there to say, "I saw her". His heavy eyes - and I have remembered him for now nearly fifteen years - I am sure he saw me more clearly than anyone who has ever broken my heart.

- Virginia Montgomery