The Face Is the Mirror of the Mind, and Eyes Without Speaking Confess the Secrets of the Heart

To paraphrase Ronald Reagan, and to avoid (for purposes of distraction and needless confrontation) any discussion of politics, the former president’s words about the power of television are correct — when you look into that camera, it reveals your genuineness (or lack thereof), your humor, your compassion and your decency.

Only an actor would try to deceive an audience; only a bad actor would read his lines — any lines, regardless of circumstance or conviction — with insincerity.

I know of what I write because I know who I am: I have nothing to conceal, nothing to evade and nothing to suppress.

When I stand before the camera, it showcases my smile, it records my laughter and preserves moments of lightheartedness.

It also captures episodes of personal pain, of toil and tears; of all that I am or ever hope to be; of the long hard road from recovery to redemption — to glory in the light of life, and bask in the warmth of love.

The camera hides nothing.