Never forget, Whiskey, never forget.
The meaning of the word compassion is "to suffer with".
There was a time, six months or so ago, when you really did crawl into a whiskey bottle and watched everything go down the drain, feeling yourself unworthy and unable to care about anyone else, or anything else, even yourself.
The fact that yesterday hollowed you out, and none of it happened even remotely directly to you, means YES, you are compassionate.
There's someone around you who doesn't feel that pain. Who will not and cannot feel that pain.
Rejoice that you were wrong, and they were right, and you are a compassionate person, even though it hurts.
Because the alternative is horrible.