tell me your story!!!

When I was little, my best friend used to ask me all sorts of questions about certain subjects and I never really answered her questions accurately. She asked me one day why the sky was blue? Well, we all know the answer as to why the sky is blue. Being 6 years old, I answered her question as best as I could. She was satisfied. Then one day, she asked me one of the most interesting questions that mankind has not fully answered. Why are we here? Who am I? Who are you?

I did not understand her question and could not answer her at all. There was no attempt to explain her question and no attempt to answer it. So, to break the silence she began to pour her guts out. She was a year older than me and her parents were going through a divorce. This was really hard on her and I understood her pain. She told me her story, her pain, her anguish, her guilt, and worst of all "her miserable life." There she was, under the tree and I could see her tears flowing down her face and I was not able to sympathize with her. So, I listened to her story and what was taking place in her life and began to cry with her. I told her about my life; growing up with an abusive father and not having him there for me. He left me when I was young and my sick mother had to take care of me. I was a very needy child and I had a very weak immune system; my mom would work day and night in order to take care of me. Her story made me realize how grateful I am to have such a great mother. She told me her story and I told her mine, simultaneously. Right there under the tree, our life was nowhere near perfect but knowing that we had each other was the best gift of life.