A couple of years ago, we played with the band on a piece of land owned by a friend’s family. We played there two Midsummer’s Eves, two years in a row. The friend’s father was the sort of guy who was working from dawn till dusk, taking care of the place and preparing for the midsummer party. Pretty repectable guy right from the start. On the second year, the morning before or after the party, we were having breakfast on the terrace with the friend’s family and other folk, including the band members. Gradually people moved away from the table, until it was just me and the father left sitting in the scorching summer heat. He was smoking and shared a story about a near-death experience he had had in the river right next to the house. He was talking in a sincere manner and I listened with interest. Although I didn’t have much to say in return, I felt at ease because there was no judgement, just mutual respect. In those days, I was fed up with some of the band members and with life in general, and although the place was great, I’d had my doubts about being there. And then the friend’s father finished the conversation by looking me in the eyes and saying: “Know that you are always welcome here, no matter what happens.” It was one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me, and very needed at that moment. He might have noticed my distress, perhaps because I didn’t spend much time together with my peers but seeked refuge in the company of others, say at the breakfast table. It doesn’t matter why he said it the way he did. The point is that being nice to people can have a significant impact. One sentence can make a person’s day, and their life worth living again.