15 years ago I was driving on the freeway somewhere in the middle of the country, in the middle of the night, far from home, in a van with a "Protected by Smith & Wilson" bumper sticker on it. I pulled into a truck stop and a guy pulled in next to me. He was visibly distressed, and asked if the sticker meant what he thought it did. He told me he had 2 years and was really feeling the urge, and asked if I would have coffee with him. We had a little fellowship at a corner table in the diner, not getting too heavy about anything, just talking about life, pain, the past, and the present. 4 cups later we went our separate ways, and I never saw or heard from him again. I don't know what happened to him later on, but I know for those 2 and a half hours we both stayed sober!