Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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you need a space between "fog" and "eventually" "no one should lose a chilf" should be "child"

Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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"becamse" should be "became"

Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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You need to spell check your work. You have quite a few spacing issues as well as punctuation and spacing issues. It would be helpful if you were to leave a space between paragraphs. This will make it easier to read, but also, makes it easier to offer corrections or suggestions to you.

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She had a friend.

      In my past, I have known three people who have killed themselves. But only one was I surprised. The fact is, of the first two, I felt pain, grief, regret, and some confusion, but after hearing the story, and learning about the reasons behind, the fog eventually cleared. I was still sad, and wish it hadn't happened, but i was no longer surprised. But there was one girl who, to this day, makes no sense.
       Her name was Harbour, like the sea harbour where boats come to dock. Don't ask me why her parents named her that, I don't really know. I guess after three failed attempts at having a child they saw her as a beacon, a place to dock; a home for their disturbed, wandering existance. That's the worst of it, I think. No one should lose a child, much less three before birth. But to have three miscarriages, and then a daughter who commits suicide at seventeen is something that should never happen to anyone claiming to be God's child. But it happened to them.
       Harbour was my friend. She was everyone's friend, really. Though considered eccentric, she was always thought to be nice, smart, funny, and not exactly popular, but pleasant to be around. She was a harbour for kids whose lives got hectic, whose friends becamse enemies, whose homework was too difficult, whose parents were too hard on them. She was a light house.
       I remember her talking of death once. The fact is, dark humour was always kind of a specialty of hers. She could place a "dead baby" joke in any conversation, speak of death as though a friend were in the room, and yet say it in such a way that everyone thought she was making a joke, and a funny one at that. She would laugh along, because to her I suppose it was a joke, at the time. But now i know it wasn't. Now i know she was serious.
       On her last day, she came to me. She said she was glad I was her friend, and she looked forward to seeing me again soon. I assumed she meant tomorrow, at school, but I guess she meant something else. She was a firm believer in heaven. She always said she was excited to die, because then she would see God again. Then she would see old family members gone on, get to know her siblings she never had the chance to meet in this life, get to be perfect, get to see angels. I guess she just couldn't wait. I guess...she just wanted to see God.
       Some religions would think this blasphemous, or rude. Some would say she was damned to Hell for doing such a heinous act. I get their reasoning. This life, and this body given us is sacred, and those who abuse it probably should be punished, but I'm not going to try to judge anyone on this. It's not my place, and it's no one else's either, save for God's.
       In a note left behind, Harbour said something I'll never forget. She said, "I'm sorry to have to do this. I know no one will really understand, but I want you all to know one thing. It's not your fault. It's not my parents, it's not my friends. I'm not sad. I'm not lonely. I'm not depressed, or ill, or confused, or hurt,or anything else one usually expects from one who does what I've done. The fact is, I'm perfectly happy. This life has been great. Sure, there are things I haven't done, things I could do, but what's the point? I would rather see Him now, instead of waiting. I would rather see him now, when my life is wonderful, so that I don't have to face any oncoming challenges that I won't be able to overcome. He loves me, and I want to feel it again. please don't feel remorse for me. Feel joy, for I am with my Father again. I love you all. -Harbour" And that was it.
       Those reading this may not think this story much use to you. Is there a point? Not really. Is there a plot, a lesson to be learned, a character to connect with? Not really. Just a mini memoir of one who is a complete mystery to me even to this day, and who I suppose will have to properly explain, when I see her soon again. 3 comments


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