While constructing a set of oak stairs in a spacious two-story residence, I had the pleasure of meeting the homeowners who displayed a strong emphasis on building relationships. Despite his tendency to consume alcohol, the man possessed a remarkable ability to connect with others. It became evident during our conversation that we shared a common interest as our children were both members of the same soccer team. He was akin to a brother to me, alongside another individual in my life, a Jehovah's Witness. His attentive nature extended beyond our personal connection to ensuring the well-being of fellow soccer parents.

I consistently assumed the role of the most vociferous supporter during the games. The collective exhibited a somewhat unruly demeanor, yet they were genuinely appreciative of my cheering style. My vocal prowess was such that it noticeably accelerated the kids' movements whenever I raised my voice. Consequently, we evolved into a cohesive social unit, ultimately receiving coveted invitations to extravagant soirées hosted by my affluent friend. As a member of the middle class, this was a unique opportunity to partake in gatherings organized exclusively for individuals from a higher socioeconomic stratum. I utilized these group functions as occasions for extensive contemplation and meditation.

While strolling through a fair in east Orlando, I suddenly experienced a sensation akin to pricking needles all over my body, which turned out to be a manifestation of acid reflux. This ailment rendered me unwell for a considerable period. Coincidentally, during this time, my acquaintance, who resided in a grand abode, received a grave diagnosis of an aggressive variant of cancer. Regrettably, my own health did not permit me to pay him a visit. However, I later learned that he had embraced Christianity, which filled me with immense joy. It was during this period that the poignant melody of "I Can Only Imagine" was released. Gradually recuperating, I eventually mustered the strength to attend his funeral, an experience that will forever be etched in my memory. As I sat amidst the congregation, tears streamed down my face, as I had not fully comprehended the extent to which I would deeply mourn the loss of such an amiable individual.