 On a Saturday, we were riding through this area of Chicago called Englewood, one of the hardest hit areas in terms of the drugs and violence. And as we were driving through this area, I saw a lady and it began to bring tears to my eyes because I thought it was my mom looking drugged up and beat down. And as we're riding by, I realized it wasn't her. And, you know, I didn't want to cry in front of my grandfather, strong alpha male. But he noticed. And I said, what can I do to prevent this from happening?