Okay I realized that I hadn't written a journal entry in a very long time so I thought I write something that really made me think about life.
It was just a normal day at school, nothing special. I was leaving to go to my car when I realized that there was extremely long line of traffic, which was somewhat abnormal. Then I realized there had been an accident! So I quickly ran up to the sidewalk where a small group of people were standing. I saw there was a two car collision, nothing to bad but it looked slightly gruesome.
I saw a kid with, perhaps was his dad, standing close to one of the cars. Then I realized I knew the kid. He was a polite mentally challenged kid that was in my homeroom last year. I saw what he was anxious about. It looked like his mom was still in the drivers seat, but she appeared either stuck or unconcious! The poor guy looked so worried like he didn't know what to do! His dad took him to the sidewalk parallel to mine.
By this time my heart was pounding, I don't know why but that has been happening lately whenever I get worried or scared. Then the police came so I decided not to be in the way and let them carry out their work.
I called my mom to tell her that I would have to take the long way home and that there was an accident. She told me to be safe and that she felt bad for whoever it was.
I finally got inside my car and put my bag away, then I sat down. For some reason I couldn't start the car. I started to tear up. It took me evrything I had, so that I woudn't cry. I remembered how the poor guy would get picked on because he was nice and didn't know what was going on. He seemed lonely but he always had a smile.
In the end I got home without problem and carried out the rest of my day like normal.
But now that I am writitng this I continue to feel sad. What if it were a friend of mine, an enemy, or someone I had known in an accident. I wouldn't know what to do.
I dedicate this journal entry to the lonely, the heartbroken, the sad, friends old and new, and to those who have lost someone dear to them in the past.
To all who took their time to read this,
Thank you. heart
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