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A day I'll always remember
As a child growing up, I never thought that I could have done something that would change my life forever. I was your typical middle child that wanted to please everyone. My sister was older and had privileges that I did not have, and my brother was younger and the spoiled baby in the family. So there I was, just along for the ride.
My childhood had many memories. Some were happy, sad, some were even frightening, but this one memory has stuck out in my mind as the most crucial, and memorable time in my life. I was about thirteen when it all happened. I went to church and Sunday school every week, and was a straight "A" student in school. I hung out with the right crowd, and didn't cause much reason to get disciplined in school except for the occasional talking while the teacher was. I was involved in piano lessons, gymnastics, swimming, horse-riding, and did everything a boy could do. Everything was going wonderfully, and I was enjoying life to its fullest extent.
Right when I turned thirteen was when things started to decline. School was getting tougher and teachers seemed to get stricter. I began having "girlfriends" and almost always breaking up with them with all the stress and heartache that causes, or getting dumped myself. All of those things I could handle, but the thing that I took the hardest was my parents getting divorced. The weirdest thing about it was I had no idea, and never saw it coming. They would never fight, or disagree about anything in front of us. The whole situation must have happened behind closed doors. Even though they worked fulltime jobs until late at night, and I was pretty much raised by babysitters after school, I still wanted to be close to them to build a relationship. One day everything fell apart. I woke up one morning with everyone crying, and my dad gone to Florida. I felt awful, and somehow felt it was my fault. I felt like I could have kept them together somehow
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l still remember the day, December 6, 1999. My Best friend had called me crying, asking for my help. I expected the worst, but it wasn’t so bad. She asked if I could go with her to the doctor because she thought she was pregnant. My thoughts immediately went to the baby because my friend had been drinking and doing drugs for the past two months. The next day, I told my mom I was walking to the bus stop, but really I was going to skip school so I could accompany my friend to the doctor. That day I just got up and got ready like I always did, so my mom wouldn’t find out what I was doing. As I got closer to my best friend’s house, I kept thinking to myself what I was going to, advise her and if something might be wrong with the baby. As I got closer, I heard the bus coming. I started sprinting towards the house. I barely made it to hide behind the pillar. I knocked on the door, and she took a bit of time to open. When she opened the door, she burst into tears and gave me the biggest hug ever. I whispered into her ear that everything would be okay and that I would be there for her no matter what happened. After she had calmed down a little, I gave her a cup of water and we talked. We came up with every option she could have and narrowed it down to her having the baby. We called her boyfriend to ask him if he could take us, but he never answered and later turned off his phone. She started crying and said to me that he was one of the reasons why she wouldn’t want to be pregnant. I called one of my friends and explained to him what the situation was and if he could do us the favor; he said yes. I told my friend to start getting ready, I had someone that was going to help us, and I started making food for us since we hadn’t eaten yet, we ate eggs with waffles and as soon as we finished, my other friend arrived. He had gotten there in his brother’s truck, a blue F150 with chrome rims. We drove to Mariposa Clinic so she could confirm that she was really pregnant. When we walked into the clinic, we went up to the counter and asked the lady for the paperwork we had to fill out. My best friend asked me if I could go in with her because she was scared of going in by herself. When we went into the room, the nurse asked if she could urinate in a cup for her. When she came back we were nervously awaiting for the results. The test came out to be positive. We both looked at each other with an extremely shocked face and stayed quiet. The nurse said she was about three weeks pregnant. My friend asked for a copy of the results so she could give the paper to her boyfriend. When we got out of the clinic we went straight to the boyfriend’s house and put the paper on his door. After we did this, we went back to my friend’s house and just stayed there until I could go home. She didn’t hear from him until two days later, only to say he didn’t want anything to do with her or her baby. I felt so bad for my friend, but I am glad she’s made it through it all. I was a really big support for her, and I’m so glad that now even though she’s a single mother, she works hard to provide for her child. All this taught me a lesson, that I had to wait to get married to, have children with the man I want it to be for the rest of my life , and even though I had to lie to my mom, and ditched school, I don’t regret it, because I know it was all for a good cause.