It was picture day during my freshman year—a morning like any other, until a brief exchange with a stranger caught my attention. That one moment sparked a curiosity I couldn’t ignore. Throughout the day, I asked around, hoping to learn more about him. All I could gather was that he was a junior, had just returned from Texas, and I finally learned his name. Later that day, he invited me to sit and talk with him in his truck. We talked for what felt like hours, completely wrapped up in conversation. When it was time to leave, I stepped down—forgetting about the 8-inch lift on his truck—and quite literally fell flat on my face. And just like that, the story of us began.