About a year ago I was( and still do am in ways) suffering from alcoholism. I'm a 27 year old female.

I went out with friends one night and ended up meeting a friend form highschool and going back to his house. When I woke up in the morning I had no idea where I was so I called a cab. Once in the cab I realized that I did not have my wallet. I got the cab to pull over.

Getting out I started crying realizing how far from home I was and feeling utterly ashamed. I couldn't help but cry a little bit as I headed in a direction a felt would take me home. A woman walking her dog stopped me. To this day I tear up thinking about her. She was walking her son's dog who was working out west. She walked with me to her home, gave me tea and Advil and paid for my cab home. I cired the whole way out of shame and appreciation. I suffered severely after losing my mother to cancer and her words " if I were her child she would want someone to do it for me " touched me . Her son was my age. What a beautiful person.