It’s not every day that you find yourself sitting on the side of the road, having a heart-to-heart with someone who’s had a little too much to drink. But there I was, talking to a friend in a moment that might seem strange to some. Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me explain— whether he’s sober or not, he’s a friend. I’ve always believed that if we care about someone in their best moments, we should care about them in their worst ones, too. And that’s exactly what I was doing. He sat on the ground, his body slumped, and he leaned on one arm. His words were like a puzzle scattered on the floor, but I didn’t mind. He was eager to talk, and I was just as anxious to listen. There’s something sacred about moments like this—when words don’t come out ideally, but you can feel the soul behind them. You sense the longing for someone to find a victory even as you sit there listening to his ramblings.