I didn’t fit into his world. He was this awesome Jesus loving hippie and I was only a cheap imitation of whatever it was that I was pretending to be that week. He bore his soul the moment you handed him a guitar and all I ever did was complain and gossip about the latest drama in my life and in the lives of those around me. He made me want to be a better person. He reminded me of the amazing faith that I once had as a child. I wanted so desperately for him to see me as something better than I was. He was supportive, caring and more patient than I ever could have deserved. For whatever reason, God placed this man into my life and brought back a sense of peace into my life that I thought I had lost forever.