Warning dear reader this will sound crazy however I am aware of and OK with that:

When I was about 7 or 8 years old I went to school with boy who everyone(teachers included) thought was scary and had anger issues, well I don’t remember how/or why it happened but somehow I became friends with him. Not the hi how are you? Let’s go play a game friends, I mean the anytime one gets into trouble lie to the teacher to cover for them friends.

We got into all kinds of trouble and had adventures(as much as you can have as a kid) together. He seemed to never see my chair and I never saw a single thing to fear from him.

One of the many moments I can still remember clearly(I’ll be writing down most of my favorites here) was one day he had gotten into trouble(I don’t remember why) and it was the end of the day and he waited for the bus alone on the grass, well we took the same bus home and he hadn’t said hi to me at all when school was over like he normally did so I knew something was wrong with him

I somehow manage to push my chair in the tall grass to him(harder then it sounds trust me) I remember quietly looking at him for a few minutes he then looked at me and asked why I had went to him, I said he didn’t say hi like normal and I knew he was mad and he was my friend so I wanted to help if I could.

He told me he was having issues with his dad and that was why he was mad, we just sat together until the bus came and took us home, after that a teacher told me that he was angry and I should stay away from him. I asked her if she knew why he was mad she said no when I told her about his dad issues she got quiet and never brought it up again.

A few months latter we were going to dare class together and he asked me where I wanted to sit when we got there, I asked why he wanted to know he said because he wanted to pull out my chair for me(by then I had gotten a power chair so I could hold the chair with one hand and move my chair back with the other) I told him no I wanted to pull out my own chair.

We argued about it for a good 5 minutes before he ran ahead of me(I thought I had really made him mad) when I got into class he was standing next to a big round table with every single chair pulled away with a big smile on his face, he then told me I had no choice but to just pick a spot and after I picked he moved every other chair back around the table and sat down.

That memory of his smile and that act of kindness has kept me going through some hard times. There are others I could share here but they wouldn’t make much sense to you dear reader so I will leave them out.

After one last summer school together about 2 years latter from that point I never saw him again until one summer day (when I was about 13 or 14) my dad decided that he (for some odd reason) wanted to take me walking in my chair to the donut shop by our house.

I know you won’t believe this next part dear reader however it is true as my dad and I were walking back home I see him, the guy I used to know walking toward me I swear to you dear reader at the moment I see him my heart stops, and it feels like time does too, we say hi and just as I start to talk to him my dad breaks in and says we have to go we say goodbye and the next day my dad say he will take me to his house to say hi(I still remember where he lived from before). We get there and we are told he had just moved away and yesterday was his last day there and they didn’t know where they moved to.

I still remember what he was wearing when I say him that last day, white t-shirt, black jeans and black shoes. I’ve never seen him since and I’ve also never forgotten him. I still pray he is OK and happy. I have never since had a friend like him. I know its crazy but in my heart(though I know the chance of it happening are slim to none) I wish I will see him again just to know he is OK.