Patrick Swayze

At age 57, Patrick Swayze died today.

One of my dance teachers once had an audition with him. She knew she wasn't the right choreographer and pretty much told him so, but he (and his wife) danced and had fun with her for an entire afternoon just because. She was amazed at how kind hearted he was. She was amazed at how much he and his wife loved each other. Basically, she was just amazed that someone so famous and powerful could be so genuinely nice and kind and amazing and human.

I think I've said this before, but pancreatic cancer sucks. It really sucks. It's a death sentence. That needs to change.

If you've ever seen a Patrick Swayze movie and you feel a little shitty because he's fucking dead, go donate a couple bucks to cancer research.

I know that, as a collective, we're smart enough to beat this thing.