Mental Health Support

I did something small for someone once that apparently did make a difference.
It was my freshman year in college, orientation week. We were in the middle of taking placement tests. The tests were voluntary, but why repeat a lot of things we had learned in high school, or AP courses?

It was a beautiful day. I was walking back to my dorm. A girl was walking a bit behind me, crying. Finally, I turned around and asked her what was wrong, and if I could help. She told me that she had just bombed a Latin placement test. I invited her back to my dorm room and gave her coffee. She talked about it. After a while, she felt better.

About a week later, I went to her floor and found her. She was doing okay.

Flash forward to senior year. This girl was a superstar, getting ready to graduate with high honors. Earlier, she had been talking to a group of girls. A couple of them did not like me. They thought I was crazy and weird. She said, "Wait a minute," and told them the story that went back to our first week in school. She defended me. One of my acquaintances repeated this defense to me. I verified that it had happened. I was touched by this story. I had some affirmation that I had done something right at least one time. There are surely some things in your past that are like this incident. You may never find out about them, but I am certain that they are there.