Today at school, I found out a boy commited suicide last night. He was a year older than me but i saw him frequently in the hallway. I am very shocked to know that this boy was hurting so bad that he felt he needed to do this. He seemed to be always smiling! I know that people are going to talk for months on end about him. I can already hear “was it that kid that had no friends?” Why must people be so cruel? I did not know this boy but i feel like i could of prevented his death. “Only if..” Are the words that keep going through my head. Why do bad things happen to good people?
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Bad things happen to good people because (this is a religious thought) God needs them more then we do. They are of more use up there, then down here on this tragedy filled Earth.
i believe that but then the religious questions come to mind.
Since it was a suicide does that mean he is sitting in hell now? It bothers me to think that such a good kid can take his life and then be punished in hell after having to suffer on earth.
im ex-catholic, now just christian, and i believe that if you committed suicide, there will be a way to heaven. im not sure what or how, but God is not cruel. He will give him a second chance.
There is no God looking out for us, folks. That’s why we’ve got to try and help each other as much as possible.
I am with OB1 on this. Bad things happen to good people because we don’t pay enough attention to each other. We need to learn to take care of each other. We are all in it together and there is no omnipotent power who will save us
I pretty much agree with Kenobi. When it comes to depression and suicide, I don’t really like heading towards the religious route.
I had a close friend who killed herself when she moved out of state. It was too much. I mean, I really did care for her and I could say I was her best friend. She never frowned and to hear that kind of news years later… I don’t know. I just always think that if she stayed, or if I somehow moved with her, it wouldn’t have happened; That I could have been her hero. Makes you want to rewind time.
rip. i wish him to be in peace after all.. it could be my next door neighbour who commit it next time,, and then i’ll recoqnize how indifferent i had been to them.. such a contradictory animal the human being is.. there i have one new purpose to do today,, be aware of other rather than tripped onmy own hell..
I can relate, with the dead boy. Many of my friends/family tell me how great/kind/amazing I am, but nobody realizes how alone or in pain I am. I often hear the phrase “it gets better” but I’m still waiting, many years after hearing that. Maybe they forgot to say “it gets worse after it gets better”