I had a fellow the other night who, as we were riding along, broke down crying. His girlfriend had just broken up with him via text message. At a stop sign, he hands me his phone asking me to read it. Then proceeds to say, he didn’t know what to do. It does put you in a position of awkwardness. You are listening. Many times in silence. Sometimes, asked for a thought or opinion. By the end of the ride, he was vowing to fight for her saying that she was worth it. He wasn’t like the others who had hurt her and was determined to prove this to her. I wished him luck as he exited the vehicle.
