My True Friends Really Pulled Through For Me...

We're only halfway through the week, and I've learned two very valuable things.

1. I really have to stop dragging my feet while I walk... I tripped two times already this week. Fell flat on my face in front of a hallway full of kids. I'm pretty sure that binders are spring loaded, made so that when you drop them on the floor, everything it ejected out of them, making it very difficult to retrieve all 5 pages of your homework that is due in 5 minutes.

Now this ties into the second one... somewhat...

2. Never, EVER ask yourself if the week could get any worse. Because if you say that, it will.

My friend approached me in school to come with her to the counsellors office to talk to the counsellor about a friend of ours that was getting into some really bad stuff; skipping school, drugs, etc. She really didn't want to go alone, so I told her that I would come with her; plus, I was obviously concerned too. We both really care about what happens to our friend, and we only wanted to help him...

After a long chat with him (the counsellor), we decided that it would be best, if we contacted our friend (who was off who knows where doing who knows what when he should be in class) and got him to come in to talk with the him about everything that was going on.

To make a long story short, that "friend" approached me in the middle of the front foyer of the school, and screamed at me in front of dozens of our peers, calling me every name in the book, telling me to stay out of his life, and to keep my mouth shut. I yelled back obviously, but he kept at it until I was in tears, and everyone was staring at me.

Great.

I know, that what me and my friend did was right. The thing is, I'm being blamed for absolutely everything. I was closer with him then my other friend (the one that thought of the idea to get him help) and he blames everything on me. He's dropping out of school and taking through outreach, and he told me that he would be his happiest if he never saw me again.

Even greater.

All embarrassed and flustered, I came home crying. But, came to find missed phone calls, text messages, facebook/twitter messages from so many people asking me if I was okay, and telling me that I didn't deserve what I got. I've come to realize who my real friends are, the ones that appreciate who I am, and what I do. And this week, I am thankful for that.

I'm proud of what I did, and I stand by it 100%. You'll never hear me apologizing for what I did today, even if people hate me for it.

"I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from
distress, and grow brave from reflection. 'Tis the business of little
minds to shrink, bet he who's heart is firm, and who's conscience approves his
conduct, will pursue his principles unto death. - Thomas Paine