Catching a bus into the city on a Friday night I felt a little old. I was surrounded by young people from Malta and from abroad out for a good time in the city. We visited a party district where the streets are empty by day but packed with party goers by night. We were there to talk with people and to hand out flyers that had an anti-drugs message as well as a story of a life transformed by our father. We went with some local brothers, one of whom frequented the area as a younger man. As we walked the street our father led us to people who stopped to talk with us and some told us about their experiences with drugs and how they longed to escape the cycle. We were able to spend time with people and answer questions about him.