From Jeff Schreiber

Good morning Rhett. 

The thought of you crossed my mind this morning. I remember when we met at the Lighthouse. Anonymity says I can't say why the others were there. I was there for a substance abuse problem. Maybe you just got the wrong Airbnb. But during my stay there I ran into you. We developed a bond and exchange phone numbers and kept in touch with each other. You were always there for support. You were there for the couple months in my life when I was truly struggling. I remember having a couple different outings with you at various beaches. We'd share stories of your new adventures, housing, job, or toys. You always had that positive outlook. You were there to brighten my day. I tried calling a few times the past couple days, but I get no answer, goes straight to voicemail. I know you'll give me a call when you have time. I can accept the fact that you have things of your own to do. I understand that I am not the center of all and we each have our priorities.  I hope this letter reaches you and let you know that you're in my thoughts. May you find your unicorns and rainbows. 

Jeff Schreiber