It was late. I was really tired. Maybe it was 1 am or 2 or 3. I can’t remember. What I do remember is that I was stressed out. I could feel my heart rate thumping like fast paced EDM. I had to get out of the library. Maybe a change in scenery would help? AKA the biggest lie I could have told myself.
My test was the next day, but the more I read the textbook the less prepared I felt.
Come on. Focus. You can’t mess this up.
I threw open the library doors and sighed. It was a beautiful night, but I did not really care. I did not see the bright stars just an imaginary digital clock lighting up the sky.
Having no time to lose, I ran over to my bike and tried to unchain it. With my biology book in one hand and my “freshman year of college lack of muscle tone” I could not get my bike off the rack. It was wedged between the bike’s of fellow late night procrastinators.
I tried a few more times and it was useless. I just couldn’t finagle it out of there. All my anger, fear, frustration, and uncertainty consumed me at that moment. I thought about all the school work I had. I thought about all the laundry I had to get done. I thought about that girl I wanted to ask out. I thought about where I was going to get food the next morning. I thought about making more friends. I thought about….o yeah…THE TEST.
I had the textbook in my hand and I…..I was ready.
So, I gripped it tightly ready to bash it against the asphalt.
I was done.
I was fed up.
I was nervous.
I was scared.
I was frustrated.
About to lift it over my head…I was stopped.
I heard a voice.
A girl’s voice.
I had not seen anyone around me. Where did she come from? Who was she? Does she know me?
Before I could ask any of these questions she came over and within seconds the bike was off the rack. And just like that…
she was gone.
This story has had a huge impact on my life. It always reminds me how such a simple act can change the perspective of someone’s life forever. The girl in the story had no reason to help me. She probably had a lot of tests that week as well. She was most likely nervous about something. She most likely missed a few extra minutes of sleep to help me out.
Yet, in that minute or so she reminded me not to let the anxieties and frustrations of life cause me to forget the people around me.
I once told a professor this story and he asked me if I believed in angels. I do believe in angels and maybe she was an angel. I can tell you I never saw her again on campus. The moment she left I could not remember her face.
Or maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was just a girl that saw a young guy struggling and went out of her way to lend a helping hand. In my book, that is an angel as well.
I know this week is full of tests.
I know you are stressed.
I know you are frustrated.
I know you are scared.
However, I encourage you to always be on the lookout for those on campus, in the store, at home, etc. who are also feeling the same way. You never know how much of an impact you can have on them. The girl in my story not only stopped me from destroying a very overpriced Biology book but she did much more.
She showed me that when I am hurting people care.
She showed me what it means to love others no matter the time or the place.
She showed me to never lose hope.