I was in the process of constructing a set of oak stairs in a spacious two-story residence when the homeowners arrived and introduced themselves. The gentleman I encountered was someone who placed a high value on interpersonal relationships, though he also had a propensity for excessive alcohol consumption. Notably, he possessed significant social skills and exhibited a zest for life that made him seem larger than life itself. During our conversation, we discovered that our children played on the same soccer team. In my life, there have been two individuals with whom I shared a brotherly bond; one was a Jehovah's Witness, and the other was this man. He consistently looked out for the other soccer parents.

Throughout my involvement in various games, I consistently assumed the role of the most vocal supporter. The group I participated in exhibited a certain exuberance, and my enthusiastic cheering resonated well with them. My vocalizations appeared to significantly motivate the children, encouraging them to increase their pace during activities. As a result, we formed a cohesive social group, and we received invitations to gatherings at the residence of a friend who belonged to an affluent background. These events were characterized by a juxtaposition of the upper class hosting parties for middle-class parents. During these social functions, I often engaged in meditation, which provided me with a sense of tranquility amidst the lively atmosphere.

While attending a fair in East Orlando, I experienced a sensation akin to needles piercing my body, which ultimately was determined to be a manifestation of acid reflux. This ailment left me feeling unwell for an extended period. Concurrently, a close friend, who resided in a substantial house, received a diagnosis of an aggressive form of cancer. Due to my own health issues, I was unable to visit him; however, I later learned that he had accepted Christ, which brought me immense joy. This coincided with the release of the song "I Can Only Imagine." As my health improved, I felt well enough to attend his funeral. That experience remains vividly etched in my memory; I found myself weeping throughout the service, reflecting on the profound loss of such a wonderful individual.