The Connection

Is friendship ageless? When I was thirteen years old, my life changed forever. My parents went through a divorce. That first sign of trouble was all it took for my friends to run. The divorce made my father question everything about my mother and her past. Even asking himself if I was truly his child. My father was so curious to know, that he conducted a DNA test. The divorce was the end, but the DNA test was the beginning of the down spiral of depression. I was no longer a happy teen. Every day I would wake up and wonder why I existed. Every night I hoped that I would never wake up. Every minute of everyday I would come up with ways to kill myself. The thing that stop me was a voice within, telling me that was the weak way out and I would pull through. My mother realized how withdrawn I'd become from reality, and then  made the decision to take me to therapy. Therapy didn't help me. He did. A fourty three year old man saved me. He gave me a purpose in life, and someone I could rely on no matter what. It has been and still is the deepest and strongest friendship I could ever hope for. I never would have thought in my short life span that I could connect to someone, much less someone much older than I so much. We both shared the same opinion in politics and religion. We share the same dry humor and wit. He saved me. In so many ways than one.