The Power of Support<p><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-cheryl-pappas/the-power-of-support_b_5215768.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592"><img src="http://l3.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/2fX21xXrGJalYI0CZMuRHg--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7Zmk9ZmlsbDtoPTg2O3E9NzU7dz0xMzA-/http://media.zenfs.com/en_us/News/Huffington%20Post/The_Power_of_Support-57b64aeba47f0fbef15d3465aeef0f79" width="130" height="86" alt="The Power of Support" align="left" title="The Power of Support" border="0" /></a>I was having dinner at an unremarkable neighborhood traittoria the other night, when I glimpsed something remarkable. The busboy, having been asked to toast the bread for an adjoining table, threw the basket of bread on a counter with a naked ferocity. His fists were shaking and I looked around to find that no one was taking notice of this guy's presence, let alone the rage in his face and body. I felt a tension in my neck, and I realized that, being me, I had two choices, neither of which, alas, involved shining the moment on. I could either:</p><br clear="all"/>
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