Belated Apology to Jeff
I want to offer an apology. It is an apology for what might be called culpability or, at the very least, guilt by association. It is to someone I will only call by his first name: Jeff. During my junior year at college, there was a moment that went from what I thought was going to be one thing to rapidly becoming something that I did not expect. It began like this: A friend of mine asked me and another friend if we would support him in talking to Jeff out of concern for his lifestyle choices which, as far as I can remember, involved a whole lot of alcohol. My friend Ricky asked another friend, Brent, if we could all come into his room and talk. Ricky pulled me in and said that he was really concerned about Jeff and wanted to do something of an intervention on his behalf. I didn't know Jeff well - he lived on a different floor from me. I don't know if Brent knew him at all, but I think we all knew of the group with which Jeff ran, a group that had a pe...