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  • My friend from the Dominican Republic was telling me about a certain night a week ago. He said he'd stood outside and stared at the stars. He remembered our conversations and felt sad. He wanted to go back, relive those moments where he learned so much.

    Two months later--two months after a couple weeks in the Dominican Republic-- I have another lesson learned. As much as you might want something back from the past, there is no time like the present to move on and create better moments for yourself. Our hometown in the Dominican Republic is located on a mountain and it's well far away from any bright cities. Having taken two Astronomy courses in my previous two semesters of college, I felt like sharing all my knowledge of the universe with two very special people I got to meet. Though it was difficult to translate concepts like being located toward the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, it was pleasant being in one common place, speaking about life with someone I barely knew. Since he lives there and is used to the almost complete darkness of the night--no streetlamps, only the lights emanating from houses of those still awake or with electricity via generators--he never took the time to think of these questions I was posing about life.

    He's my age and says he has yet to meet someone quite like me. Most teenagers find it weird that a good looking guy like him doesn't chase after the girls he can get, that he doesn't go out clubbing and drinking with the rest of them...they speculate he's gay. What a concept. He isn't. I found out he has such a passion for people that he doesn't see the point in entering meaningless relationships just to hurt others and be hurt. He's had girl friends before but none have really bothered to "inquire further".

    My parents met him when they first went to the Dominican Republic this past summer to renovate a house we've had there for over 10 years. He was one of the hardest working and likable construction workers so my parents invited him to join us on our family ventures. After endless teasing about him liking me, I decided to get to know him.

    My astronomy tales were a nice bridge to speak about life. I learned more about someone who was a stranger only a few days prior than what I've learned about certain peers I've known for a year here at college. So when he messaged me today about that night, just a week ago, that he spent looking out at the stars, missing our conversations, I stopped for a moment. Look what I've done...he's touched by the stars. I am touched by this thought.
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