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Okay, about a month ago, I was writing here and saying that as much as I want to help people, people just aren't coming to me with their problems and asking for help. I remember telling people that if I ever got a call at 3:00 AM with someone needing help, I wouldn't be angry about being woken up, I'd be thrilled about being able to be there for someone. Well, the other night (okay, technically, yesterday morning, but who gives a rip?) I kind of got the chance to do that. I got a message around midnight from a dear friend (my oldest friend, actually) with a request for help. I wasn't asleep then, but I probably should have been. I must have been on the phone for a couple of hours with practical advise. It just make me feel special for no particular reason. Well, I guess that there was a reason: I felt useful.