This morning, within the first minute I walked into school, a fight broke out between two girls. No idea what they were fighting about, but they were going at it, and they were ANGRY. Like in any high school, kids ran and formed a huge circle around them. Some bad movie-type shit. I’m serious. They were climbing on top of tables and taking out their phones. It twisted my stomach to see people act so barbaric. Two police officers came after a few minutes and tore them apart, and I assumed that was the end of it. But two minutes later, they somehow started at it again. And more people came running. A whole herd. For a second, I thought there was an actual shooting.

That’s when it started happening: My breathing got out of control. I was shaking. Noticeable shaking. Uncontrollably. (It’s a previous trauma reaction.) And then, a friend came and hugged me. I don’t know them well, but their embrace grounded me and helped me get back into the right headspace. It was a simple but incredible act of kindness. Even when everything’s gone to shit, there still is (and always will be) a little kindness to get you through the bad. — Anonymous

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