Suicide is a big worry for me...not so much me, but my friends. About 2 years ago, I lost a good friend from when I was younger. I hadn’t seen him for about 5 years but still just hearing about his death brought a tear to my eye. I didn’t know him very well but he was still someone from my past. It is sad that I had forgotten about him until that suddenly dark summer day when his uncle stopped by our house delivering the tragic, unexpected news of our late friend's passing.
What scares me the most is he was the same age I am now and all that’s left of him are photos and footprints.
Just recently I had a friend who was very close to me tell me on a seemingly dark Thursday morning that he was going to kill himself that Friday if things didn’t change by then. I tried to talk him out of it he didn’t want to listen to me. So I went to my next class crying and my friend asked what was wrong so I told her and she insisted she take me to see his guardian who is a school teacher. From there she took me to talk to the principle and he told me to talk to the counselor. Then I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. He went to talk to some suicide prevention people who must have convinced him not to for he is still among us. But the worry will always remain.
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