My friend wrote to me in despair. Sure that my words would help, I replied:
“You do have it in you. It’s who you are.
Because you have friends, lovers, companions, and even assholes all in your corner, at your back.
This isn’t a pep talk. It’s a fucking fact. You’re going to make it because it’s what you do. When shit goes bad, you don’t quit.
People like you balance the world, dude.
Talk to me, and let me know exactly what you need.”
Four months later, I got word that he had died.