Story 3:
Amy was the poor girl in my class. She never had any food, and everyone made fun of her clothes. I became her only friend and brought her an extra meal. Later, she vanished.
Twelve years passed. I was at the hospital, and she turned out to be my nurse. She saw me and became pale. Then, to my shock, she said, “You will feel better if another nurse takes care of you. At least I know that I would be more comfortable if you weren’t my patient.”
I froze. I couldn’t understand why she was being so rude. I had been the only kind person in the entire school. Could she have mistaken me for one of the other students? But no—I had spent every single day of school sharing my lunch with her.
I never saw her again, but her words still sting. Even so, I don’t regret the kindness I showed her, because that’s simply who I am.
