LaTonne Erlanson

It was on June 28, 1986, that I received the most meaningful and valuable act of love and compassion anyone has ever shown me in my life. I’d suffered a miscarriage, and I was devastated. Inconsolable. Totally destroyed. My friend Janya came over to my house, kicked her shoes off, climbed up in my bed with me, wrapped her arms around me, and just held me while I cried. And cried. And cried. I’ll never forget that.