During dinner one evening, you hear on the news of a teenager’s suicide. Usually, you would shake your head at the tragedy and then continue to eat. But that night, you wonder.
How well do you know your classmates? Your friends? You forget sometimes that the ones in pain do not always look like they are. They smile, they joke around, and sometimes, they are just quiet. But their lives are not your own, and for most of them, their struggle is well-hidden. They carry their loneliness and fear, and they feel outside of the circle, unable to move.
You have never thought that you could help. Maybe because you are shy, maybe you don’t want to be nosy, or maybe because you simply don’t know how.
Back to the TV and the newsman continues to talk with interviews from family and friends. They never found the opportunity to help, some didn’t even know of the struggle. You are like them, you realize, but you can still reach out, even if it’s just a little.
During lunch at school, the next day, you pass your friends to take a seat next to a quiet classmate who you’ve never talked to before and have always been alone when eating. You smile awkwardly at them and say hi. It’s not much, but it’s a start.
After all, a little kindness can go a long way.