A Lyft driver named Innocent picked me up today. During the ride he told me his eldest child was murdered 2 years ago at the age of 24. He asked if I believed in God. I told him believed there was something connecting us but I was baffled about how it worked, or what it was. I heard his anger and his sorrow. We wondered why the universe allowed such suffering. Then we agreed that we only really had the moment we were in as he drove along. And for a brief moment I felt like I was known and knew him and it was maybe the most alive moment I ever had.
