I was a teenager, silently crying and walking back to my hotel in Montreal alone. My mind was both racing and struggling to formulate thoughts but I was trying to figure out how to permanently stop the pain because I thought no one would care. You noticed me crying, smiled at me, put your hand on my shoulder as you passed and told me you hoped I’d be okay. I changed my mind because of you. I got help because of you. I’m here because of you.