What does life have in store for me?
Ever since Ive started college I really haven't had a good idea of what I want to do in life. Figuring out a job that I enjoy, get paid well for, and doesn't dominate my social life is not an easy thing to figure out. I came to the realization today that I enjoy helping people. Most of you probably haven't seen the real sincere side of me before but I have one.
I'll never forget my freshman year of college in the dorms. About a month into school it was around midnight probably, and me and some friends were walking by another one of our friends dorm room when we heard him yelling and crying. We kinda stopped and listened for a second, then the door burst open and he came out in the hall crying saying that his girlfriend was on the phone and she was saying she was going to kill herself. They had been arguing about their relationship, and he was trying to end it since they were so far away from eachother and this is how she reacted. So my friend said he couldnt take it and just ran out of the dorms, leaving her on the phone, and the phone on the desk. So I ran in his room and picked up the phone and started talking with her. She was in a frenzy and could barely talk with all her crying. It seemed like she had to scream her words just to get them out.
I talked with her for maybe 45 minutes, while I listened to her say she had a knife in her hand and that she was gonna do it right now, and tell my friend that she loved him. I finally got her to tell me her room number and dorm that she lived in, so I wrote it down and gave it to my other friends who were there and they went and found the number to campus security at her school. Security came and found her with the knife, but thank God she didn't do it.
I'll never forget this. Just hearing someone that lonely and sad ready to give up on the world. I thought about alot of things that night, how I could have been the last person she ever talked to, what if I didn't help and she would have done it. By the time I got off the phone with her I was in tears myself, it was a hard thing to listen to. I often think about this. What made me write about this topic today was that I just helped another friend out, who didn't really have anyone else helping him. He was giving signs and I dont think people took him seriously, but I know all too well from certain other experiences in my life that you have to take this seriously. And I feel good about helping. I think.....cause if it were me feeling down low I would want someone just to offer a hand, or a pat on the back just to let me know that someone is there for me. So, maybe I want to go into counseling? I dunno, maybe if I go to law school I'll specialize in something where I can help families or kids. I dont know where exactly life will take me, but that's half the fun.
David
I'll never forget my freshman year of college in the dorms. About a month into school it was around midnight probably, and me and some friends were walking by another one of our friends dorm room when we heard him yelling and crying. We kinda stopped and listened for a second, then the door burst open and he came out in the hall crying saying that his girlfriend was on the phone and she was saying she was going to kill herself. They had been arguing about their relationship, and he was trying to end it since they were so far away from eachother and this is how she reacted. So my friend said he couldnt take it and just ran out of the dorms, leaving her on the phone, and the phone on the desk. So I ran in his room and picked up the phone and started talking with her. She was in a frenzy and could barely talk with all her crying. It seemed like she had to scream her words just to get them out.
I talked with her for maybe 45 minutes, while I listened to her say she had a knife in her hand and that she was gonna do it right now, and tell my friend that she loved him. I finally got her to tell me her room number and dorm that she lived in, so I wrote it down and gave it to my other friends who were there and they went and found the number to campus security at her school. Security came and found her with the knife, but thank God she didn't do it.
I'll never forget this. Just hearing someone that lonely and sad ready to give up on the world. I thought about alot of things that night, how I could have been the last person she ever talked to, what if I didn't help and she would have done it. By the time I got off the phone with her I was in tears myself, it was a hard thing to listen to. I often think about this. What made me write about this topic today was that I just helped another friend out, who didn't really have anyone else helping him. He was giving signs and I dont think people took him seriously, but I know all too well from certain other experiences in my life that you have to take this seriously. And I feel good about helping. I think.....cause if it were me feeling down low I would want someone just to offer a hand, or a pat on the back just to let me know that someone is there for me. So, maybe I want to go into counseling? I dunno, maybe if I go to law school I'll specialize in something where I can help families or kids. I dont know where exactly life will take me, but that's half the fun.
David
posted by Becky at 12:49 PM
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