I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to that woman: Just because I'm a child doesn't mean I don't have any feelings of my own! This is the worst thing that could ever happen in the entire world! And right then I knew that I would never let any of them see me cry. In a short time the death of my brother became old news; my friends quickly moved on and soon forgot I ever had a brother. I thought about Sam every day, I missed him so much. Please come back." And only once I was too tired to cry anymore would I finally fall asleep. Maybe you can go and find some toys to play with," she said patting my leg again before she got up and walked away. They only stared at me as if I was some sort of alien and desperately waited to hear my answer.Everyone knows that growing up is hard, and life is no easier for high school junior Nadine (Hailee Steinfeld), who is already at peak awkwardness when her all-star older brother Darian (Blake Jenner) starts dating her best friend Krista (Haley Lu Richardson).All at once, Nadine feels more alone than ever, until the unexpected friendship of a thoughtful boy (Hayden Szeto) gives her a glimmer of hope that things just might not be so terrible after all. Even though Sam was only four, almost two years younger than me, and even though he had a disease called Tay Sachs and couldn't speak or laugh or play, he was my very best friend in the whole world. All I wanted was my Mommy to hold me, to look after me, to tell me what was happening, but now she was surrounded by strangers and seemed to be somewhere far, far away. And then, all of a sudden, I was told that it was time for me to go to school. But it seemed that my prayers weren't being answered that day. She would hold me close, stroke my hair and tell me that she loved me. But still, the terrible pain inside of me never left me. Night after night I pressed my face into my pillow so that nobody would hear me and I cried. After years imprisoned in a world of my own silence, my heart now seemed to be barricaded behind locked doors. I would see him lying in his bed and I would hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and love him forever. My brother may have been sick but I loved him with all of my heart! Nobody noticed me, alone and crushed into thousands of pieces in the corner. Many times, I would come home from school, run straight into my mommy's arms and burst into inconsolable tears. For seven long, lonely years I begged, I hoped, I waited. The years passed and eventually all I had left were some faded memories and a broken heart.
Woody Harrelson plays a wonderful image of a teacher dealing with his life amidst high school drama and Kyra Sedgwick's performance as a struggling mother was especially heart felt and real.
He listened, he cared, he cried, and he helped me to see that even though my brother was no longer here with me, he will always be a part of me. It was then that I realised that the foundations of my relationship with Him were in fact formed during those painful years. Because now I see that He was always there, holding me in His loving arms and kissing away my endless tears as I cried myself to sleep.
And after much persistent effort on his part, and much crying on my part, bit by bit I was at long last able to share a part of my soul with the other half of my soul. He was the most beautiful boy, with his soft cheeks and blue eyes. And now I look back on those years with increased wisdom. It was 12 years later when I started to rebuild my connection with God. It was my very calling out to Him that kept me from falling apart.
In this case, the kernel of an article came to me via Twitter as one of my readers linked me to a post on Tumblr with a rant and blistering response between a “Nice Guy” and one of the many women who bought into the “Nice Guy” schtick.
The issue of the “Nice Guy” is one that is close to my cold, mercenary heart if only because I’ve spent so much time in that mindset and every “I’ve been friendzoned” rant brings familiar echoes of ones that I wrote myself and broadcast to the uncaring world wide web – ones that fortunately have been lost to the universe, never to be seen againprinted the t-shirt (another college experiment that has been destroyed) I feel the need to educate my Nice Guy brethren as to just what the big fucking problem is with the Nice Guy world view and just Let’s start with the most obvious issue here: the supposed “Nice Guy” is a liar from start to finish.