The theme of the service, one I hadn't known going in, was one which was intensely personal for me. I heard stories of the struggles other people went through. I heard prayers for those who are alone, voluntarily or not. And I cried, several times, all the while hoping the the person behind me, the LGBT ministry coordinator, wasn't paying attention. I realized the truth. In spite of the empty pew beside me, I was never alone. No matter what had gone wrong in my life, there was always someone there when I needed them most, someone prepared to help pick up the pieces.
Step 93: Not everyone is lucky enough to have people behind them when they need them. If you do, cherish the gift you got.