Read my story.
When I was in middle school, I got pick on a lot for being “gay.” For the most part, I would just ignore people and deal with it. But one day during lunch, the cool 8th graders (I was in 6th grade at the time) were trying to mess with me, asking me if I liked boys, etc. Well one of them, a girl named Margie, who at the time I only knew as my neighbor, stood up to everyone and told them I was her cousin and to leave me alone. She then came to my table and sat with me and my friends. I remember just telling her “Thanks?” and not really understanding. But those 8th graders never bothered me again.
Well last night, while we were out hitting up the clubs, I ran into Margie. As it turns out, the guy we were meeting up with at the club was her brother. Niceville’s always been very small world and it’s just not changing. Anyways, we remembered each other, of course, and said our usual Hi-How-Are-Yous. But later than night, I made a point to talk to her. I just wanted to tell her that not only do I remember what she did for me, but now that I was older and really understand, that I really appreciate what she did for me that day in the cafeteria. I didn’t understand at the time what she was trying to do, and now looking back on it, I just couldn’t thank her enough. We talked about both of our lives for a little while and she’s just as great of a person as I always imagined. I’m like 8+ years late, but I’m so happy I got to properly thank her for standing up for me that day.
