For my teacher on National Suicide Prevention Day
Today is National Suicide Prevention Day. Two of the people who guided me to where I am today have both taken their own lives. My high school english teacher who's class I was failing, took me aside one day after I totally broke down and gave me his copy of On The Road. He told me that I was one of the smartest kids he had in his class. I had a 12 (OUT OF 100!) in said class. He said that school isn't for everyone and that I should follow my dreams. He was my first Robin. He could have gotten fired for telling a student its ok to drop out but he saw something in me that no one else did, and that I certainly didn't. That sometimes I still don't. I always tried to find him to tell him how well I was doing. To tell him that I listened to him. To tell him that I finally believe him. That i've been on TV with noble prize winners. That some days I think i'm smart. That education doesn't always come from books. That my posts about him (including this one) are probably riddled with spelling mistakes and grammar errors but that it doesn't matter. Writing is about heart not commas. That I went on the road. That it changed my life. That I still haven't read the Joy Luck Club like I was supposed to in class but I write like if I stop the world will end.
When I found out he died by suicide, just like when I found out last year about my other friend, my first thoughts were selfish. What did I do? In my darkest moments I thought "welp if the two people who believed in me died this way that way what does that say about me?!". The bottom line is this. We don't know who is hurting. Sometimes it's the people who help others the way they can't help themselves. I wouldn't be sober, following my dreams, or maybe alive if it wasn't for these two people. They gave to others what they couldn't give to themselves. They lived with purpose. So we have to pay these people back.
We need to ask if they are ok. We need to be friends. We need to push aside the urge to be selfish. We can't project insecurities. We need to live like they begged us to. We need to listen. We need to listen. We need to listen. And we need to love like if we stopped the world would end.












