Sam was now approaching the age of 25. He had achieved what some would call success, he’s a lawyer, got his own house in the suburbs which he recently bought. Things are sailing soothingly. His life flows in consistent patterns. Wake, eat, work, eat, sleep. Occasionally interrupted by family he togethers and parties. Sometimes even a lunch with friends.

Its safe to say he was content, happy, nothing was wrong, everything was great so when on this day he got a random phone call he answered it, shocked to hear what seemed to be a butt dial from a complete stranger who was sobbing and hyperventilating on the other end. He hesitated, part of him wanted to hang and he knew he probably should but he was saddened to know that outside his world were people like this, people struggling with things unbeknownst to him and all he wanted to do was be comfort in the place of lonesome. So he spoke in a calm soothing voice.

“Um I think this is an accidental call um Yeah it’s probably a butt dial….”