Never Blow Off a Friend in Need

While I was writing this I was crying. I just really need to put this out there. So a little back-story on this quote, one of my friends committed suicide last Wednesday on November third. Davie Kluge, he was a freshman at Rockport High, an honors student, in the band, who got student of the year twice out of his three years in middle school. I ski with him in New Hampshire at Attitash, he is there every weekend and he will be really missed. I wasn’t able to ski with him much this last season because of my broken leg and I was working but two years ago we shredded together every weekend in March and April. He was damn good skier, doing 900s at like fourteen years old, like he was one of the youngest freestyle kids at the mountain but still one of the best. And I’m truly going to miss him. But that’s not the real moral to my prayer. A lot of people cannot believe that someone could take their own life that it could be so bad that they would have to come to that. Well, only three people in the world know about this but I was there last April.

I had just gotten back from the service trip with my school to Virginia and although I really enjoyed my time there and I still think of it as one of the best times of my life, I left with a very sour feeling. I didn’t have any real close friends on the trip but I did know most of the kids on the trip and considered myself to be friends with them. But while I was down there, I got the feeling that I was unimportant and that everyone just thought of me as annoying and that I wasn’t really adding to the trip or experience at all. So I got home and my mom and I immediately went up to New Hampshire for the last checkup on my leg and the whole way up there, I was talking to one of my close friends and kinda venting my problems. But apparently she had problems of her own and didn’t really want to hear it. We atrted argueing cuz things were getting awkward between us but she didnt believe it. So at like twelve thirty at night I got a text "Whatever, Fuck you and goodbye" and it really sent me over the edge. I had just lost a very close friend and to be honest I considered myself to have only two friends at that point. So that’s when the idea really popped into my head.

I went downstairs and got a knife thinking that I wasn’t actually going to do it but figured that it would be a good idea just to have it with me. I kept dwelling on the fact that I was a junior in High School, I didn’t have a girlfriend, had a very limited amount of friends so I came to the conclusion that if I did do it that no one would really care. I could picture the funeral with only like twenty people there and most of them would be my parent’s co workers. So I sent a text out to one of the few friends, Lauren who goes to Peabody High, that I thought I had saying goodbye and that she had been a really good friend and it was not her fault. After a few texts she caught on to what was going on and she called me balling her eyes out saying that she could not let me do that. Even though we were like 125 miles away she said she would do absolutely anything for me to stop. And that really shocked me and proved that someone did really care. I can honestly say that I don’t think I would be standing here today if she had been asleep or not caught on as fast as she did.

So the real moral to the story is to never leave a situation on a bad note. Never let bad thoughts about someone linger and always settle it on the spot because you never know that what the other person could be going through, it could be the last time that you ever talk to them. You could be that life line and never even realize it. I don’t blame the girl who sent that text to me at all but it makes you think what your words are really doing.


Sorry guys but i had to get that off my chest and mae sure the same thing doesnt happen to someone else.