"People would tell me that I am very compassionate, but honestly I was always more fascinated my psychiatry than individual patients."

My husband and I met this guy through our friend. About 50-55 years old, Syrian, spent his childhood in Egypt, then moved to France, and now lives in the US in the middle of nowhere. Rather short, white hair, and glasses. He was a practicing psychiatrist until the point when a patient made him disabled during a serious assault.

We rode in the back seat of his very old German car. The ride was long and I enjoyed every minute of it. Looking out the window, wishing I had a camera, with my thoughts far away as the guy with a heavy accent shared about his amazing life.

I wondered if I cared about him per se or was it also, just learning about experiences and views that people have.