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Descriptive Essay About My Lifeline

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Odd enough, Oren Crafts was and is my first lifeline. I’m not quite sure when we started talking, or even when we became friends; although, I do consider him a friend. Despite all this certainty and uncertainty, however, there is one thing I am clear on, that is, when he became my lifeline. It’s funny how I can almost picture it like it was yesterday.
It was a mild summer late-night, a warm night breeze swirled the air, we had hung-out all day, and it didn’t stop as the sun set beneath the horizon. I was actually driving home when he texted and said, “Wait, there’s one other thing I need of you. Come to my house.” I was exhausted and a little exasperated, but nonetheless, I turned around and drove to his house. Upon my arrival, I stepped …show more content…

At some point when the conversation is at a low point of discussion, he looked at me and asked, “Are you hungry? Because I’m hungry.” I said sure, but I was still surprised he could think of food at 12:40 at night. So, with a quest for the search of food, we both stood and walked to the kitchen. He open the fridge, looked for a second, and pulled out a box of Pizza Hut pizza. Heated up pizza really fit the moment and we continued our talk over eating. It was around this place in our late-night, early-morning talk that the question arose. Oren looked at me, dead in the eyes, almost pierced my soul with his gaze, and said, “What is wrong with you?” he cleared his throat and continued. “Pardon me, but I know something about you isn’t right. There are days when you seem to be yourself and then there’s days when you’re just not. I don’t know. I can’t really explain it, but I’m hoping you can.” See, earlier I was too tired and unwilling to talk, but now, I was fatigued with thought and emotion. I knew precisely what he was talking about, but I didn’t want to tell him. I let the silence grow thick into the air before I simply replied, “I have depression.” He calmly looked back and said, “I knew it,” he paused. “But did you want me to know it?” I did not want to answer this question and I now presently regret that I didn’t. In my head, yes, I wanted him to know. I wanted his support and trust, however, I knew that that is too much to ask of any person, especially a kid. So, I

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