I was hanging out with some friends in my house in the middle of the night. The hospital called my phone, not once but twice. The second time I decided it might be an emergency and went to get my mom. After a traumatic phone call and some hyper ventilating. My mom and dad got in the car to go see my uncle. I decided I need to go with. My uncle, who got in a motorcycle accident might die. Yes this is a sad story, but in the car on the way there as we were on the freeway in dead silence in fear of what might happen. I had this obligation to be a comfort in the eyes of the people in struggle. I had to be the facilitator for the situation. This motivation, feeling, was aesthetic. This feeling satisfied all of my senses, especially as the only other guy in the house besides my father.
