I had just moved to Mustang, Oklahoma from Miami, Florida and it was going to be my first day at a new school in a school year that was almost over when I was struck with an act of kindness that would stay with me forever. I was keeping to myself, teen angst at its fullest, when a girl by the name of Jordan Sullivan approached me and asked me to sit with them. For the rest of that freshman high school year I would barely talk to them preferring to play with the idea if I looked miserable enough my parents would send me back to Miami. But I soon came to my senses and realized that wasn’t going to happen and I was not going to waste my high school years moping about what could have been. Luckily the following year when I approached them and began opening up and actually talking to the group they welcomed me with open arms. They remain some of my closest friends to this day and even though we’ve all gone off to separate colleges, I’ll never forget how they helped me.