Sunday, February 5, 2012
Except For That One Time
really got to know you too well. But that one time ...
I don't know what I was doing there at the time, but I was probably skipping class when I saw her crying at the end of the hall. Though I could have walked away, my choice was to walk towards her and find out if she was okay.
It was probably the first time that I spoke with her. Striking up conversations doesn't come naturally for me, but it seemed necessary. She was clearly distraught, though I never found out why. I simply offered my company. That was enough, apparently. Even a quiet guy can provide some comfort.
This is the end of my series on yearbook snapshots. I have many more, but I think the point has been made:
When people noticed me, it was usually because my quietness was so loud.