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Like all good stories, it’s best to start at the beginning, which is where we find ourselves now. It is my hope, that within these words, you will find the heartening story fraught with hardships no one should ever have to endure for the sake of friendship, and it is my expectation that you take away with you a fond message of hope. [1,117 words]
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Test Of Friendship Lady Sashi
Like all good stories, it’s best to start at the beginning, which is where we find ourselves now. It is my hope, that within these words, you will find the heartening story fraught with hardships no one should ever have to endure for the sake of friendship, and it is my expectation that you take away with you a fond message of hope.
It was the beginning of a new year, a new school and a new chapter in the story that is my life. As what is bond to happen when starting a new school, I knew no one and had to make new friends.
One of my fondest aspirations was to go to Australia on exchange, which one of my friends fully supported (in fact, we were planning on going together, if we could). So I filled out the brochure, and then the application when it came, and we talked about our plans. (I had made sure to ask my parents if I could go, providing I raised my half of the money; they agreed).
As it turned out, my friend had been to Oz (slang for Australia) previously, and while she was there, met a guy whom she’d been placed with. I was very excited about meeting him, and we arranged for an internet conversation. We became fast friends, and very excited about the prospect of meeting each other when I got accepted into the program.
It was because of this fast and durable friendship that I decided to make the promise that, regardless of whether I was accepted or not, when the time came, I would go down and see him. True to form, I had some major difficulties, my application took longer to complete than I thought, and when I sent it off, the company had been in the process of moving, so the application got lost, and I had to do it all over again.
When the time came for my interview, I did well, and was accepted right away, but there was something wrong. My parents, not wanting me to get lost during transit between airports had told the company, untruthfully, that we couldn’t afford it (even though I had put my application in, and gotten accepted two years in advance, and was working two jobs in order to pay for the program). It took them a long time to tell me, and my mother was furious, saying that I should have known, that when she said we couldn’t afford it, she really meant she wouldn’t let me go because she was scared I would get lost; all this came after I had been accepted (poor timing if you ask me).
I told my Aussie friend the bad news, and apologized profusely, I felt so unbelievably guilty. I however, had made a promise, and in order to understand this next part, you have to know that everyone I have ever known has betrayed and lied to me, and I swore that, because I knew how it felt, I would never break a promise to anyone; yet that was exactly what I was doing.
I worked my tail off, saving money, and trying attempt after attempt to make the deadline, each time getting really close, and the both of us getting really excited, and each time being thwarted. So with each failed attempt, he became more distant, and even though I explained myself hoarse about exchange, he still blames me for it, which just makes me feel worse.
To make matters worse, my friend who had introduced us, and told all these fantastic stories, had turned out to be a notorious liar. I won’t bother getting into the sorted details, just know that finding out she’d lied had quite nearly, and quite literally destroyed , me. It was him, however who told me, and it was him who helped me straighten things out, and work through my betrayal.
Shortly after this, however, my other friends decided to play a cruel joke and steal my email and msn accounts from me, (my only means of communication with him, and at that time, he had been the only one I trusted and communicated with). They fed me some bogus story about hackers who would hack the accounts of anyone in my address book, the only person in my address book, was, of course, my Aussie friend. I bought this hook, line and sinker, and became terrified for my friend, blaming myself for allowing this to happen.
One of my “friends” allowed me to write out messages for him, which she would send (we had it worked out, so he would know they were from me). Then, after a short time, they said they didn’t want to risk the hacker, and were only allowing one last message; the last thing I would ever write him! In the meantime, I had been a mess this whole time, unconsciously crying over the phone every night to the actual hacker, and it was him who watched me break down in class as I wrote this final correspondence. After a while he had to write what I dictated because I couldn’t hold my hand steady, and after a while longer, I couldn’t even speak.
Needless to say, I got my accounts back, and me and my Aussie continued to be friends, I still try to go to see him, even though it’s five years later, but once again, my parents won’t allow me to travel alone no one can afford it, and I’m not allowed to go with anyone I don’t know. I try to explain this to him, but he just doesn’t seem to get it, and it hurts me, because he’s become so distant, because he doesn’t want to get hurt by getting his hopes up.
My most current thought, and the best by far, is to pay for him to come here, but he would feel guilty and would want to pay me back in some way, and none of the suggestions I make in order to get him to consent, and still ensure he’s happy with the way things are seem to work.
This story is, as yet, unfinished, and I hope for your sake, and for mine, that it has a happy ending, but, in the meantime, only time can tell.
This has been a story of friendship standing against all adds, and I hope it sends a strong message to all those out there who read this; some friendships have to endure a lot, but if you work at it and pull through it, you know it must be worth it.
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