I was Papa's only son. I am Mama's only boy. All I've got is sisters ahead of me and I grew up never having a chance to be close to them. I stood up with my own two feet as I became a young man, and learned to understand the meaning of life on my own.
As soon as I reached college, a whole new world arose in my path. Perhaps I was just adventurous and envious as well that I always wanted to do what my college bestfriend had with his life that I never did --- fraternity. With him I was able to know what brotherhood is, what camaraderie brings to your life and how companionship enlightens your overview and perspective of what world is. When you are with someone, you'll never be alone. You will never fear to trip off to grounds. He always tells me that "you'll never understand why a cat kills rat unless you're a cat..." As I thoroughly pondered for that, I decided to go for it and feel how it works.
I sought fraternities on my own and found one. I was welcomed. It was warm. It felt great to know new faces and new lives.
The day came for my first physical test as a neophyte. Paddling. The six of us were brought to a dark dungeon. Blindfolded and tied. The deafening silence and irks of mice triggered my pulse and heartbeat to fear. The sound of the paddlestick knocking on the floor came nearer. As they ripped up my bottom, ready to strike the first blow, a loud scream suddenly flew in the air. But it wasn't from my voice box. Neither from my both sides. The scream grew fainter; and hurried footsteps - heavy and furious - nabbed the sound. A hand from behind suddenly untied my knots and pushed me to flee. "Go! Run for your lives!"
When my eyes were uncovered, flashes of light stole the dark place as stampede horrified in my face. Later did I realize - rival fraternity group attacked us and riot exploded! The next thing I remembered was a bloody and petrifying scene. Fists and knuckles flew in the air... limp bodies fell onto the floor... and roaring voices swiped the stillness of the night. And before I could make another move, two hard hands grasped my shoulders and pulled me over in the dark corner. He dragged me crawling on the floor and came into a dark asylum. Trembling - I turned my face to him but his hands clasped my mouth and muttered "Hush! I didn't haul you to mob. I tugged you out to escape..."
We survived that tragic riot. Months passed and we became closed friends. We meandered through the city lights and spent dreams and laughter under the stars together. But some good things never really last. Not long after and he has to say goodbye. And one good friendship really has to end so soon.
That final day, which the last time I'll ever see him... I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. And I remember, I still haven't thanked him since the day he save my life. When he came, my spiel has already been prepared. But before I could say a word - his hands clasped my mouth and murmured "Hush! I want to thank you for coming into my life. With you, I learned how to fight with life again and laugh over problems. I learned how to fight with life and laugh over problems. I learned how bright dreams are and how reachable stars were. Because on that day when we first met, I was on my way to kill myself for I already lost hope from living life. But when I heard your screams, I came for rescue. I didn't save your life, friend... you saved mine."
