Life's a funny thing. You're born, you meet a bunch of people while stuff happens and then you die. And of the people you meet, they either grow up with you or they help you grow, some both. Whether we're aware of it or not, grateful or otherwise. Most pass by like a breeze but few leave a footprint the size of a galaxy. And when they do you better be fucking ready or you'll be cursing the day you were born until the day you die.