A few years ago I was overseas with a friend. I ended up getting absolutely plastered and blacking out, which had never happened to me before. I woke up in my hostel bed with no memory past a certain point.

My friend had gotten me home, showered me (I had vomited all over myself), changed my clothes, got me food and water to stash by me until I woke up. She even put my hair up in a bun.

Up until then, my idea of what friends did in this situation was get you to your bed and put a bucket next to you, that’s it. But I woke up clean and safe with food and water waiting for me.

I almost cried when I realized what she’d done for me.