A friend of mine from high school just recently passed away, and at first I was really shocked. But now I feel guilty.
We all knew that he was sick and he was fighting so hard to get better. He even went back to India (his home) near the end of the school year to get treatment. In the hallways as he passed by and said "Hi, Katie!" I could see the weariness in his eyes. He was a warrior, and he was trying to hide his pain. I can't help but think that I failed him. I should have done something to help him. I could have formed a charity to raise money for his cause, and I could have raised awareness in my town - if not other places, too. I know a doctor that would have tried his best to help him - I just don't think he knew about it.
But he was such an amazing person. He knew how to make people laugh. He was friendly to everyone, no matter who they were or what they looked like. And he was so smart. Why didn't I help him? Why didn't I do anything? Why didn't anyone do anything? Someone so amazing as he was shouldn't have to go. He should have lived forever.
I want to learn from this. I want to help people like my friend when they're in need. I don't want to stand by and let things like this happen anymore.
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