I did something today, that I never thought I could do, and I think I owe it to a young woman by the name of Leah Trueblood, and my friend Bobby. I reached out to someone, who I didn't really know. I told her I knew what she were going through, because I had gone through, and was going through, and probably will go through for a long time, the same thing, and told her if she ever wanted to talk, here was my number. I hope it helped. I don't really know if she'll ever call, or talk to me about it, or anything, but just the knowledge can be enough sometimes. Knowing that, for some reason you don't understand, somebody cares about your well-being, is a bit of an amazing feeling.

Like Leah. I was sort of shocked to receive that email from her. "Dear Esteemed Artstrek Person I do not know." What a strangely wonderful way to start a letter. I've never met this girl, I have no idea who she is, other than a friend of Bobby's, and yet she wanted to help me. "Fear not, Bobby has not violated your confindence, he simply said that life was giving an Arstreak friend of his from Sheerwood Park a hard time of it. As a very wise person told me, life really sucks. I have no idea what has happend to you, but if you ever need anything I would be delighted to help you. It is my understanding that your welfare is very important to Bobby, and if you ever need anything I'm not nearly as evil as Bobby makes me out to be." It left this really neat warm, content feeling in my chest. A feeling I don't get a lot anymore. It made me feel a bit better about the world in general. Like maybe if there are people like Leah Trueblood left, then maybe the world isn't doomed. Maybe it has a chance at redemption. Maybe I'm on crack. Either way, it was good of her. And it made me smile, and look at my water bottle and see it as half-full.