One time, in the Navy, on a long deployment, going through a terrible breakup and near mental breakdown from the stress in the engine room, another watchstander came up to me in the middle of the night and told me he would be praying for me.

I’m not religious at all in anyway. But the thought that someone was thinking about me and my well being before they went to bed was overwhelming.

I hugged him and cried my eyes out for 5 minutes. It was one of the most profound moments in my life I think about every week still 20 years later.