I was working at my job one day and one of my co-workers, you know, had been kind of relapsing, and we were all concerned about him. And I sent, I sent some people over to his house to check on him because we didn't, you know, he didn't show up, nobody heard anything. And he was dead, and he had been laying there dead for two days. And he had his dogs there. He loved those dogs more than anything in this world. And, you know, so I sat there feeling so defeated because, you know, and Edward, you know, I'm sure can relate. Like, you know, we do a lot in the recovery community to try to help people, to try to help them find this way of life so that, you know, they don't end up dead, so that they end up having a good quality of life and another chance, you know. And we do these things, and I just feel like my best efforts in the recovery community from the various committees, service positions I hold, people that I sponsor, all of the things that I do and try to help just don't seem to be doing anything. And I know they are. Yeah. I know they are. Yeah. But the fact of the matter is, is that we are dying at such an alarming rate. I've never thought I would see this or experience this. And it's, you know, I understand that this feels like I'm in a war zone. I've never been in a war zone, so I don't know what it really feels like. But when my friends are dying left and right and I'm finding my friends dead, I mean, I don't know what else I can relate that to.