(Guest blog post by Bryan Rivas)
I believe that no matter how
busy my day gets, I should always make time for people. No, I don’t mean just
socializing, but helping people with their problems.
One night, I was surprised to hear a knock
at my door past midnight. I was just finishing up a stack of homework. Not only
was I brain-dead, but I was also physically exhausted and needed to sleep.
“Who is it and what do you
want?” I grumpily exclaimed towards the door.
“It’s me. I kinda just need to
talk,” the dull voice answered.
What
does this kid want? I asked myself, It
better not be more help with homework—no one is that stupid.
I opened the door and
immediately he came in, locked the door behind him, sat on my couch, lost all
composure and wept with a bitter and profuse sorrow.
“I hate myself.” he
murmured while trying to clear his throat.
I was at a loss for words. This had
never happened to me, nor did I think it ever would. Not knowing what else to
say I asked, “Why?”
He went on to tell me about the
rough time he was having at school, and how he felt like he didn’t fit in;
about how girls liked playing with his feelings and later making him feel
stupid. It all wouldn’t have been so bad if he had at least a few good friends
that had his back, but he didn’t.
Things back home didn’t help
him out much either. No amount of money that his parents spend on him could
ever replace them being there for you.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I
asked after his venting was over.
“I just need someone to care.”
Is that it? I thought to
myself. Can he be fixed that easily? Not knowing if I would be any help I said,
“I’ll care.”
“I’ll care.”
That was all he needed. I gave him a big hug and then he sat on my
couch and talked to me some more. At the end of it all, he let me know that
earlier, he had been contemplating all his thoughts alone while all the showers
were running. Thinking of what he could do to himself with his knife that would
end it all quick, and without too much of a mess. This scared me deeply. I
hugged him again.
I know I don’t prevent a
suicide every time I listen to someone or help someone out, but I do know that
as a human, I have needs that require the help of other people. For this
reason, I feel compelled to engage with others in order to help them, even if I
am inexperienced with certain situations or afraid of what may happen.
This may involve complicated favors that inconvenience me.
