Rick, where are you?

Once upon a time, someone came up with the idea of putting value into paper. We call that paper "money". Several hundred years later, I knew a man named Rick who had a family and a good job and a life, and he ran away from home, seemingly abandoning his family due to a mental breakdown because of this thing we call money.
Today is August 31? And I've finally broken that wretched phase of not meeting people and completely failing at this 365 person goal of mine. I was sitting here and I spotted a man with a beard sitting at a table, sipping what looked like some sort of a plain latte. But I don't actually know. Anyway, after forcing myself to stand up and start walking over to him, my heart was beating faster than it has in weeks. This man, I learned, is named Rick, has a quiet voice, and is rather private about whatever is on the screen of his laptop. That last part I don't blame him for; I am quite the same way.
He's not the same Rick who I know who had a breakdown upon learning he and his family were being evicted, ran away, returned (welcomed by all), and is now "beginning the healing process" as my dad puts it.
But after learning Rick, person #12 of the Persons Project's name, the other Rick is all I can think about.
Unfortunately, I forgot my camera cord at home, so I will have to wait until probably tomorrow to show you all a picture of Rick.
What a peculiar mood my encounter with Rick has put on this day.