Personal to Political essay #1
September 18, 2012
September 15, 2012 I instantly knew what I was going to write about. It was about 11:00 pm Saturday night I got a phone call from one of my good friends, giving me some the hardest news I have ever received. My friend was balling, and I could hardly understand the terrific words pouring out of her mouth. She was raspy, constantly sniffing, and trying to talk without breaking down at every second. I just wanted to know what was going on. The phone call simply ended with Matt Braamse had passed away.
That time and moment my heart dropped. Matt Braamse was a very good friend from school, we had classes together, we hung out all the time, and most of all we had been family friends since birth. How I could not see this coming, you would think knowing someone your whole life, you would know if they were sick. I was visiting my brother this past weekend at University of Michigan, but I couldn’t even comprehend the words my friend had just left me with. Hundred words were running through my head. Why? How? Where? I just didn’t understand how something like this could have happened. The worst part of this whole news was the way Matt Braamse passed away; he took his life away. Any time you hear of any person committing suicide you get sick to your stomach. I always think how come I couldn’t have been that one person to stop them, save their life, figure out what was wrong. I had no idea he was even sick. I called my friend again, and loaded her with a million questions. Neither of us understood the whole situation. I couldn’t imagine what his parents are going through. Matt was an only child, unbelievable artist, and was going places for sure. Matt was in photography, skateboarding, playing guitar, and very independent. I would never say he was ever bullied, or pushed around, but then ago how I would know. Finding out he committed suicide was news to me. After getting off the phone with my...
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