There is still humanity left in this school.

If you’ve ever bothered to read my rants about my high school, you would know that I hate that place. Hate, not dislike. Why? Because it’s full of a bunch of assholes.

THE POINT IS (tl;dr):

Mr. José… I see him almost everyday when I’m entering and leaving the building. I never knew his name and he never knew, and still doesn’t know, mine. I haven’t spoken more than five words with this man in my four years at this school. I acknowledge his presence, but I never show it. He had no reason to treat me with kindness, but he did anyway. He lent me his umbrella at his own risk. I said I would return it to him, and with no hesitation, he took my words for it. Yes, it’s a simple, cheap umbrella, but the point is that he let me, a stranger, borrow it when he could’ve simply ignored me and walked away, as did the other 20 people that I saw entering and leaving the building while waiting for the rain to stop. José, will be the only reason why I will go to school the next and last 11 days without dreading it. Thank you for helping me find the humanity that I saw the first week of school… four years ago.

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