I have been thinking a lot about High School, and how it defines you. How mistakes can sometimes last a life time, or will be forgotten the next week. I have seen so many of my friends make mistakes along with me. I have been thinking a lot since most recently one of my friends made a mistake that will effort her for a lifetime, no matter the outcome. How scary it must have been to find out, and how scary it’s going to be. I have also been thinking, how much people depended on one another, through out their lives. What exactly makes a good friend, how can you be there for them through these high school mistakes, and make sure that they will be there in return when you need it. But, when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is I guess you can say, a good friend.
-Xo Shannon Vieau
