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“Hey Ian, what’s up?” I said as I passed by Ian in the hallway on another dull day of school. There seemed to be something bothering him. I could tell by the look in his eyes. I stopped him as it was starting to bother me that a good friend of mine was seemingly in pain. In order to help Ian, and myself, I needed to find out what was wrong so that hopefully I could give him some advice and lend him a hand. “What’s wrong?” I said to Ian as I walked up to him on another boring day of school. “Nothing,” he replied, but there obviously was something bothering him. “Are you sure?” I asked, “Because something looks the matter.” It was not burning a hole right through me; I had to know. “Well,” he started, “my dad was in Iraq, but her got shot and is now in the hospital in a coma. The doctors say it could be years before he comes around.” “Oh damn dude, I’m really sorry to hear that,” I told Ian. Not really knowing what to say, I tried to comfort him. “I’m sure he will come out of it. Doctors are often wrong about thing such as this.” “Do you really think so?” he said ecstatically. “Yeah man, when my Grandma was in the hospital, they said, after her heart attack she wouldn’t live more than three months and that was eight years ago now.” After saying this, Ian looked really happy. “Yeah, I would love to go see him but I don’t have a ride,” he told me. Upon hearing this subliminal request, I knew what I could do for him. “Ian,” I started, “I can give you a ride to the hospital after school if you really need one. It would be the least I could do for you.” “Thanks Jonny, I really needed someone and you were there for me, I guess that’s what friends are for,” Ian told me, relieved. “Anytime man, it wouldn’t be right to leave you stranded. Meet me out by my car after school and I’ll give you a lift. For now, the bell is about to ring. Later Ian,” I said as I began to walk away. “Peace dude,” he replied. As I walked away, I began to think about how much better I felt after I helped a friend. One of the greatest pleasures of friendship is helping out a friend when they are down. Helping out one of my greatest of friends really put me in a good mood. There was no way I could sit around while my friend was upset. As soon as I found out what was wrong and what I could do for him, I immediately helped. Sometimes the best way to help myself is to help another soul who is in need. Meanwhile, his father is now one hundred percent better and retired from the service. This simple deed lifted up my spirits for the rest of the week and Ian has never stopped thanking me for being there with him.