I love it when two previously disconnected segments of my world make a new connection. I met Dan Nolta in 1967 in Newberg, Oregon. It was a dozen years later in Jackson, Mississippi, that I met Tom Adams. Tom came to mind when I was thinking who might write a review of Dan’s new book.

This morning when I read Tom’s review of Compassion—the Painful Privilege, I felt he knew Dan’s heart, mind, and soul even though they have never met. Dan lives in Tacoma, Washington, and Tom lives in Southern California, but words on a page have the power to bring people together.