So often, we hear stories about such tragedies as teenagers that have lost or taken their lives. No matter when it happens or to whom it happens, it hurts in your heart. Parents are not supposed to bury their children. Unfortunately, this monster has reared its ugly head into my life.
I had a friend named Lucas and he became a permanent angel just last year. My mom always said that when God has perfected you, He will call you home. Lucas was a special person in his own right. He did not dance to the rhythm of anyone’s beat, just his own melodic orchestra. Lucas had eyes that were ocean blue and captivating. He stood for what was right, even if he had to stand alone. There was no hesitation in him to go against even “authority figures.” Though every person who knew him had a different perception of him, I simply saw the color of God at its finest.
To me, that is what life is all about; living in such a way that no matter whom you encounter, they will go away with something. Just because we are young does not mean that we don’t have something constructive to deposit. Even though the physical and/or emotional pain is sometimes hard to bear, that is what keeps me sane.
In my own life, I think things are difficult being a teenager. But, it is not until I am faced with examining another’s life, that I am more grateful for my existence. It should never take a person to have their own Lucas experience in order to recognize that everyday should be cherished and lived for others as well. It is very important to treat people the way they deserve to be treated, so that we have a great place to live in together.