When I Was Young I Met My First Best Friend

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I never thought it would end like this, when I was very young I met my first, and probably still my best friend, Nabeel. Nabeel was special, he had a lot of health issues but he never let that stop him, ever. He kept this sweet, sweet smile on his face. Despite what fate had dealt him he loved life itself and everyone around him. When we were still little kids he moved away, I never saw him again. Do I regret not realizing that it would be my last chance EVER to play with him? Yes! But I didn't know... How could I? We were both very young...the idea that before we would ever play together again one of us would be dead seemed just crazy.

A couple of years later when I was 9 years old and he was 7, I was helping my mom set the dinner table when the phone rang. It was his mother. I stopped short, instantly hyper aware of the conversation. They sent e-mails, but she never called unless there was some kind of crisis. It had been that way since they moved. I was frozen with overwhelming fear and time seemed to slow down. Each remaining moment before my mom hung up ticked by like an hour. 

Finally she told me that Nabeel was in the hospital again and that she was going. I put on my shoes right away but she said I wasn't going. That brings us to my 2nd regret, that I lacked the guts to jump in that car anyway. But I didn't so I was left home with my dad with nothing to do but wait. 

Eventually but I'm not sure what time, my mom called home...the naive little servant in me dared for a moment to think that she would tell us that everything was alright again and that she was coming home. The reality was worse than I could have imagined...he was Brain-Dead! Even my thoughts were silenced by horror; I ran for my room so I could cry and cry and be completely alone. I was truly paralyzed by grief. I couldn't move or fall asleep...all I could do was lay there on my bed and pray to God for a miracle while silent tears streamed down my face. When morning came and it was...
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