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  • I'd always considered me as a child of fortune. A blessed child. I wasn't supposed to live and yet here I am, I had loving parents and a wonderful childhood spent thinking I was God or something equally special.
    I grew up.
    I made friends.
    One night at a party one of my best friends seemed preoccupied. "Let's go for a walk", he said. And I followed him rather worried about what was wrong.
    He pushed me against a wall at a deserted spot and started kissing me. I was shocked, embarrassed, didn't know how to react so I didn't.
    On the way back to the party he said "We'll tell the others we went to get a coke or something" and I froze. What? Why? Had we done something wrong? Had I done something wrong? He started the whole thing and now he's asking me to lie about it.
    I lagged behind a little.
    I've been lagging behind ever since.
    Friends are supposed to be there for you. They're supposed to be people you can trust. I trusted him.
    Every time I go back to my hometown, my mind goes back to that event and to how difficult it has been to trust a friend ever since that party. I know he still lives there. He's a successful businessman, well known and respected by everyone.
    One day, someone we'll introduce us again. Will I shake his hand? Will I pretend I don't know him? Will he remember, feel embarassed or sorry? Will I?
    I don't know.
    I'm a child of good fortune. Once when I was fifteen I found out friends can be your worst enemies. They can deceive you, they can make you second-guess yourself, distrust yourself, feel disgusted by yourself. They can make you flee your hometown .
    Thank God for those friends who are there to help you stand up again.
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