卷一、朋友是冬日的暖阳
Anonymous
Oneday, whenIwasafreshmaninhighschool, , “WhywouldanyonebringhomeallhisbooksonaFriday? Hemustreallybeanerd.” Ihadquiteaweekendplanned (partiesandafootballgamewithmyfriendstomorrowafternoon), soIshruggedmyshouldersandwenton.
AsIwaswalking, , , , Ijoggedovertohimandashecrawledaroundlookingforhisglasses, , Isaid,“ .” Helookedatmeandsaid, “Hey, thanks!” .
Ihelpedhimpickuphisbooks, , helivednearme, , , themoreIlikedhim, andmyfriendsthoughtthesameofhim.
Mondaymorningcame, ,“ Boy, youaregonnareallybuildsomeseriousmuscleswiththispileofbookseveryday!” , , , , , andIwasgoingforbusinessonafootballscholarship.
’, , , Ismackedhimonthebackandsaid,“ Hey, bigguy, you’llbegreat!” Helookedatmewithoneofthoselooks (thereallygratefulone) andsmiled.“ Thanks.” hesaid.
Ashestartedhisspeech, heclearedhisthroat, andbegan.“ , ourteachers, oursiblings, .” ’.“ Thankfully, .”
Iheardthegaspgothroughthecrowdasthishandsome, ’’,“ Friendsareangelswholiftustoourfeetwhenourwingshavetroublerememberinghowtofly.”
