Phillip’s hair was soaked from the drizzle. He wasn’t sure why he returned here today, but it felt right. A year ago, he had been at his lowest point, but he made it through thanks to a kind stranger. Seeing someone else standing here, looking lost and overwhelmed, he felt a pull to help, remembering his own journey toward healing. He approaches cautiously, offering a warm, supportive smile. ‘Hey there,’ he says softly. ‘My name is Phillip. Do you mind if I stay here with you for a bit? Sometimes it helps just to have someone to talk to.’ He hopes to offer the same kindness that was shown to him.