I saw a nice fellow I used to know on the way into Maxx and Marys dr appointment on Thursday . He was going into another office. His name is Phil, and he was a driver for a cab service in town. After I lost Mary the first time, 2015-16, I had no license . It was suspended indefinitely, so before I discovered Uber, I used a taxi service to go everywhere . I had to go to outpatient rehab in Bridgeport , and they dispatched Phil to my house every morning . For months. I got to know this man a bit, on these back and forth trips, I told him my story, what happened, why I was going to IOP, I told him all about Mary, all of my problems. He had to listen , he had no choice right? But he did listen. I used Phil for every place I had to go. Court dates, doctors appointments, psychiatric appointments , DCF appointments, he even brought me to and from North Haven to visit Mary where she was living every single week for months .(before you ask, yes it was expensive but worth it ). He heard me cry during the ride home from these visits , heard me on the phone with different lawyers or social workers too. Yeah Phil was making a ton of money off of me, driving me everywhere for months and months, but he was a consistent ear to hear me and I knew I could count on Phil to get me to these very important appointments, and to get me to see my daughter. I saw Phil for the first time in a few years on Thursday. He didn’t recognize me , but I recognized his friendly face . He had no idea what I have been through since 2016. But He got to see me with Mary by my side again, and now Maxx the newest member of our crew. I got to tell him how well I was doing, and he got to tell me the same. It was so great to see him under these circumstances now. I told him I never forgot what an important role he played in that time of my life. How he made the rides home after saying goodbye to my daughter , more bearable . How he gave me pep talks before I walked into a court hearing . How he asked me what was wrong when I was being quiet on a ride somewhere . How he always waited for me to go inside, and then when he returned he was always there waiting early, so I didn’t have to wait somewhere in Bridgeport alone. Thank you Phil, I’m blessed to know you, and I’m happy I got to tell you what my life is like now.