A Friend's Sacrifice

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Submitted: January 25, 2015

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A Friend’s Sacrifice

By Faisal Fransu

 

 

I’m an old man, and I do not know when I will leave this world for the next. But I do know that my time on this earth is short. Therefore, I would like to pay homage to a great friend who made a big sacrifice for me. His name is Harry Joshua.

This happened many years ago, back during my high school days. Ah, the good old days. I wish I could go back to those days, even though they were filled with pain. I have so many sweet memories of them.

I was as miserable as can be. I was without hope, without love, and without happiness. I didn’t lose hope; rather, hope lost me. I was a prisoner of Giant Despair. All because a girl had rejected my love. I tried everything I could think of to melt her heart, but it could not be melted. To tell you the truth, I’m very good at melting girls’ hearts, except that particular girl.

Her name was Katie, and she was two grades below me at Learninghouse high school. O, she had such beauty that can’t be described in words. Her voice melted my heart. But her heart was as cold as ice, and as hard as stone. I often compared her to ice cappuccino, because she was sweet and cold at the same time. She stole my heart, but I couldn’t steal hers. That’s why I couldn’t get over her.

So I was so depressed that all my Facebook posts were about her, although I didn’t say her name. And no one replied to ask what was wrong until a few months.

After I had made five posts one night, Harry Joshua, a friend of mine from school messaged me and wrote: “Hey Daniel. What’s wrong?”

At first, I didn’t want to tell him, because I knew that it was useless. But he was so kind that I made up my mind to tell him all. Had I known who he was, and what he was about to do for me, I would’ve kept silent. Nevertheless, I did not know, and therefore, I told him all. He did not say anything, except words of sympathy.

The next day, I went to school as normal. But something unusual happened during lunch. Believe it or not, Katie actually sat with me! She hardly ever did that. That’s why it was an unusual event. So I was dancing for joy-well, not physically.

“I’m ok…” I replied to her greeting. “How about you?”

“Alright,” she responded with some hesitation. So I quickly took advantage of this to ask what was wrong.

“My boyfriend broke up with me,” she said, almost crying.

I was so happy I could’ve made the whole school hear my shouts. But I answered in a sympathetic tone, “I’m so sorry to hear. Why did he leave you?”

“He… didn’t give a reason. He only said that it’s better for us to break up. But I saw him walking with another girl this morning. I think he only broke up with me because he got tired of me.”

And then she broke down in tears. I tried to comfort her as best as I could. I thought that this would be a great opportunity to touch her broken heart. It was so broken that I believed I could melt it easily.

“I loved him so much,” she spoke after a few minutes of crying. “And look how he has treated me. O, I’m suffering so much. I’ll never be happy again!”

Then she looked up and saw him sitting with his new girlfriend at another table. They looked happy. The spirit of jealousy entered into her heart and she made up her mind that she would make him pay for what he did to her.

So she turned to me and started an interesting conversation to pretend that she did not care about him any longer. Every now and then she would turn her head in their direction and have her best smile as if to torment her former lover. She was amazed at my knowledge about many things. She started to admire me a little, which was better than nothing.

From that day forth, she sat with me every day. The good news was that none of her friends gave her true sympathy. They all told her to get over it, which is pretty hard to do. I was the only person who listened and offered my sympathy without saying anything hurtful. This made her to stick to me more than to any of her other friends. And of course, that was a great improvement on her part.

As I had predicted, the more we saw each other the more her feelings increased for me. And because none of her friends sympathized with her when she was hurt, she started seeing less of them and more of me!

And then it came. I wasn’t expecting it to come that early. Nevertheless, it did. We were eating lunch in the school cafeteria one day when she asked in a timid voice, “Dan, how can I ever thank you for all that you’ve done for me? Your sympathy has helped me a lot. All of my other friends forsook me when they saw that I was depressed. But you stuck to me, even though I had broken your heart earlier. Please let me show my appreciation by doing something for you.”

“Dearest Katie,” I responded with my heart beating, “All I desire from you is to be loved. Can you try to love me a little, please?”

She broke down in tears and fell into my opened arms. So I held her tight and was in bliss. I was the happiest man alive that moment. And thus began our relationship, which led to our marriage several years later.

But before we got married, I asked her one day, “You never told me the name of your former boyfriend.”

“Harry Joshua,” she told me. Then it hit me. I suddenly realized that he broke up with her so I could have her!


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