Street Counsel

I frequently get stopped in the street by people I don't (really) know. Sometimes they seem to think that a "priest" owns the temple treasury. Sometimes they would like counsel. In the latter case, I often say: "Come, walk with me." Recently a man stopped me in the street and said: "Why did my father commit suicide?" I asked him what had happened. He said he didn't know, he didn't understand. So I said: "Come, walk with me," and I ran through the general dynamics of a suicide. He said: "Thank you so much. You don't know how much that means to me."