My friend’s mother died recently. Lung Cancer, she smoked like a chimney.
What the Mom did was give me shelter and sympathy when I went to her literally (not figuratively) crying after being thrown on the shower wearing a $200 wool suit I didn’t own by my “team” mates.
Oh, it’s ok, the coach laughed at me also. I guess I was too gay (not, but you don’t have to be).
Anyway it made a big impact on me and when I moved to Syracuse my friend made sure I had a job and a place to stay (better actually, I had 3 rooms they a studio).
Now they are a Public Defender and I honor them in this kind of anonymous way not just because I may need to be bailed out (oh, ask me about Texas, Billy, Micky, and the Armadillo), but because they introduced me to the Dome.
It’s really fun to bounce around on the top.