I had always heard her referred to as “Mary Meatballs”, so I was a little confused when she joined me at my table in the restaurant and introduced herself as “Julie”. Although a little confused, I stood up and hugged her for a very long time. I felt like I melted into her, as if she were taking on some of my feelings and thoughts. I was dining with one of Jake’s closest friends from childhood, who happened to be in town. Julie joined us for a while. I don’t remember all of the conversation (I had been drinking a very powerful beer)–but I remember her saying “Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone should tell their stories.” Thanks Julie/Mary Meatballs for inspiring me to tell my stories.