It was about a month and a half ago. We arrived at the school from a weekend field trip at about 10:00 p.m. and were waiting for out parents to come pick us up. I was cold. He could probably tell by my excessive shivering and teeth chattering. I stood there holding my arms together and rubbing them as if it would get rid of the goosebumps. He studied me. I'm sure I was a pathetic sight, but I tried not to think about it. I hummed a song to myself as teenagers scuffled around me. I looked over at him and my face twisted into a forced half-smile before my teeth started chattering again. The next thing I knew, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders. I kept my arms crossed and stood stiffly. But for a moment I relaxed and leaned my head against his chest. There were no thoughts running through my head, I just felt warm. Once my brain started to work again, I quickly pulled away. His parents came and picked him up. I felt colder than before.
"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich." --Dan Wilcox
"Truely great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."
"We are supposed to be happy, 'for men are that they might have joy.'"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams-- this may be madness; to see treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all-- to see life as it is and not what it should be."