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using about two months ago and was on a steady path to addiction if someone did not intervene. Even I was annoyed at the seemingly unstoppable bounce of my knees after that. The nurse advised me to go home, since it was much later and darker by then, and promised to let me be one of the first people she’d alert if anything happened. With that, I called an Uber and trudged my way into my home into the arms of a mother, not only worried but angry. “How in the world did you forget to call, Niko?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up every which way. The bags beneath her eyes were glistening, stained with tears and anxiousness. A bone-aching sob left my body almost cathartically at that moment, and I explained to her just how much I had messed up. Here was a situation with a boy, no older in age than I was, who just needed some help. At a time when I could have exercised acute compassion, I hesitated. And now, being given a second chance to help, I wasn’t sure what to do and how to do it, and the overbearing weight of that sent chills down my neck. My mother looked at me, love and admiration in her 53

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...