Kiki, my friend in middle school

Have you ever imagined of helping another person and making a huge impact in their life? Well, the short story below this are those kind of stories. The narrator and the main character in this story is kept anonymous. Originally, this story was Made by someone in Indonesia, and I only edited it a bit and translated it to English. Enjoy reading!

kiky, My Friend In Middle School

When I was in middle school, I saw a child from my school walking back and forth carrying all his books.

“Why would anyone bring all their books home even though tomorrow is the weekend off? He must be really stupid "I thought to myself.

While thinking that, I saw a group of children running towards him. They ran towards him, knocked all the books from his hands and knocked them down.

His glasses flew and landed about 3 meters from him.

There was deep sadness in his eyes, and my heart told me to go over to him. I saw him near to tears when I handed her glasses.

“Those people are rude. They have to get a lesson, ”I told him

He looked at me with a grateful smile and said "Hi, thank you!"

I brought half of his books and we chatted all the way home.

He Turner out to be pretty cool, the more I got to know Kiki, the more I admired him.

Over the next three years, Kiki and I became good friends.

Then came the graduation day and Kiki had to prepare a speech as the best graduate.

Kiki is one of the students who really found himself during middle school. Feeling his anxiety, I patted him on the back and greeted him, "Hi, friend. You must look wild! ”

He looks at me with a "Thank You" smile and gets ready for his speech.

“Graduation is a time to thank those who have helped you through these difficult years. Your parents, teachers and siblings, but more than that, it is your friends who fill your days. Being someone's friend is the best gift you can give ”. Then he looked at me and continued "I'm going to tell a story" I saw my friend as if in disbelief when he told the story of the first day we met.

Because of depression by being bullied by his friends, he plans to quit school that day. He talked about how he brought all his school supplies so that his mother wouldn't have to do it later. He glared at me and gave me a slight smile, “Thank goodness, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the wrong thing"

Everyone in the audience watched my popular and intelligent friend tell of his weakest moments. I saw his mother and father looking at me with the same grateful smiles. Then I realized the meaning.

One small word or action can change a person's life, for better or for worse. Be the reason someone believes in the kindness of people and slowly we can change the world. Always give kindness every time.