Saint, an early-twentysomething California dreamer is of Spanish and Honduran descent.
And after you manage to get over his striking features and bewitching eyes, you’re left with a young man who dares to admit one thing few will: he doesn’t have it all figured out.
As he continues to fearlessly keep putting one foot in front of the other, even when it doesn’t always feel like there is a ledge beneath him, Saint pushes all of us to question what we think we know about happiness, our dreams, intimacy, and what it means to be vulnerable.
Keith F. Miller, Jr.
Beauty: Not Something You Are. Something You Feel.
The Only Path to Intimacy: Vulnerability