Yesterday, when I was in Rio at the terminal, I saw a girl who had studied with me in sixth grade. I was 12. I looked at her, she looked at me, I asked permission to pass and still did not recognize me.And I recognized when I looked at her. It changed nothing. Or did I record that I'm well on people's faces? I do not know, just know that I knew her, know her name, and I remember exactly as it was at the time we studied together. She was the girl "popular", beautiful, with perfect grades and a few of our age who had a boyfriend and still went through fights with his mother because of him. And I was fat, I had problems with math, no boyfriend, but all indicated as a counselor at the time when someone had a problem, and it happened to her many times. How many times I ran to the ladies room to calm her down because she was crying because the boy who was passionate and that the mother did not accept as a genre.It's funny. Not that we were friends, because I did that sort of thing with half my class at least, and my cycle of friends came down to two friends. But I always liked helping people, I think it was at that time I said that would be a psychologist when he grew up.Fortunately I took that frame of mind, because after all, already have enough problems to worry about in real life, problems do not need strangers too. But today, I enjoy helping my friends and anyone else who asks me for help. I do not know if this is good or bad, because in the end I end up getting involved emotionally in other people's problems, but I like to help people in what I can and can not see anyone suffer without at least trying to do something to try to help.But as you can see sometimes only one who remembers who helped those who were helped to forget. But no matter, I feel very good when I help people and do not want to stop, even if nobody remembers me later. After all, first I have to be faithful to my conscience. But now I wonder: I've changed so much? Look at the pictures below and tell me your opinion ! :D
12 years old
17 years old
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