and then four months after that, this journalist danny pearl who not only met once briefly when he haddone an evening for aspiring student journalists at a bar in dupont circle when i was still a student. but i admired him immensely. because he was in his early journalist who wrote with such dignity and curiosity about the islamic world and was really a hero of dialogue and pluralism. after the overwhelming scale of 9/11, the incredible intimacy in a way, of the loss of danny to the world, really struck me as terrifying. that this was a new and different kind of four. not only friend lives but truth and dialogue and the sharing of experiences around the world that danny represented. and i went back to my dad's advice after laura died. i really struggled with it. my dad said to me eventually, if you don't understand the forces that occur, you will be overwhelmed by the figure. we fear what we don't understand and he introduced me to the newspaper. as a third grader, that was of completely transformative thing for me. i read it with real care. i think possibly, it wasn't super healthy. b