A friend in need
I know the title is a bit cheesy but it fits the story. Anyway I was that friend in need. Year 5, aged 9 my parents divorced, I didn't take it very well. Due to this I frequently broke down in class, crying over the smallest of things. I also became very quiet and unable to talk in front of groups of people, something I struggle with 10 years later. One case I remember was being asked a simple question, I knew the answer, but couldn't speak. I could only look away, repeating the answer over and over in my head until she moved on.

I was never really bullied, partly, I think, to being so quiet, most people simply ignored me. However I became distant from my group of friends who soon shunned me. I was alone in the playground every break, every lunch.

For the next few months I sat on a bench watching everyone else play. I can't remember how it really happened but a someone who I hardly knew started sitting with me. It wasn't just a case of him also being alone, no, he chose to stop playing with his friends and start talking to me. Over time he introduced me to his friendship group where I became more accepted.

I am still good friends with him, but have never really thanked him for reaching out and helping me, I just dont know how.
(Masterb3ta, Thu 14 May 2009, 20:15, 4 replies)

This is great
I don't envy your experience, and it's fantastic that a person saw fit to help you and made your life better. That person who helped you is a real friend. Tell him. Tell him exactly how you helped him, and put a smile on his face, before you find you don't have a chance to.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 14 May 2009, 20:54, closed)

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I think I will do, as soon as he's back from uni, cheers
(Masterb3ta, Fri 15 May 2009, 23:27, closed)

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email him a link to this post!
( scoshi pretending to diet since, Fri 15 May 2009, 12:22, closed)

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Now that's a good idea, I may just do that, cheers.
(Masterb3ta, Fri 15 May 2009, 23:28, closed)