One evening out on Capitol Hill, we ran into a guy that I hadn’t seen in at least two years.

He was happy to see us doing the same thing he remembered us doing. I was glad to know he was alive, and we spent some time catching up on where he had been the last couple years.

He filled me in on the details and then got somber real quick. “You know Ben,” he said, “I still remember that sleeping bag you gave me on that cold winter night back then. It saved my life.”