When you're sick at home, your parents take care of you; give you ginger ale, bring you food, get your drugs, the usual. At college, you're in a totally different ball park. No ginger ale, no food, and definitely no drugs; unless you get them yourself. They aren't served to you on a silver platter, you have to drag yourself up, and to the store to buy them.
However, when someone gets them for you, it makes being sick a little more bearable. My roommate got sick the other night, and didn't attend our Family Home Evening group as a result. After FHE was over (around 9sih) one of our members came to our dorm—the opposite side of campus— and brought her juice and two different kinds of medicine in attempt to try to help her get better. The person whom I wish to thank is a average boy who lives in a small town. He's quite and meek, he does things selflessly and thinks of others. He goes out of his way to make my roommate feel special and happy. The world needs more good people in the world. Like him.
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