The guy who was late to my wedding because he drove to and from Charlottesville in a day so he could be there.
One of the main reasons I felt safe and comfortable moving to Boston when I a stupid, green-as-grass college grad.
The guy who would call me on his way home from work a couple of times a month just to check in (and because long, boring commute, see previous.)
The guy who spent a lunch time once lecturing me on how to properly build a bomb. (There's useful knowledge! Thanks Greg!)