Hello my dear Steemians,
Today I wanted to write for this contest that is running by @alexanderpeace, here is the link if you are also interested:
https://steemit.com/hive-168072/@alexanderpeace/contest-my-worst-saddest-day-01
When we think about sad days or sad moments then we have plenty of then. I feel sad many times a day and of course, there are minor things, like:
being late to school
getting a bad mark for my homework
loosing in competition
often when I set a goal and do not manage to reach it because of me being a bit lazy and often I am angry about myself
But everything in this world is coming and going and such bad events or moments we want to forget quickly and often we manage to do so with the help or our parents, relatives, friends and in general just time that often heals many wounds.
When I was thinking about the topic of this contest I thought about one event that left an impressive print in my soul and it was the first time that made me scared and depressed for a longer time.
I wanted to tell you about my teacher, who was a young woman and started her teaching career not long ago that is why for many of us, her students she was almost like a friend or older sister. Herself she felt better like that to be a recognised part of her students. We often went to celebrate the end of the half-terms in cafe or went together on short weekend trips and always understand each other very well.
Often when she was going home, her friend was picking her up with a car and after about a year they were together they were thinking of wedding in summer.
Once it was in spring and we had Easter time, usually it is Good Friday going into weekend and then Easter Monday so there are four days off. She and her friend decided to drive to seashore and in order to get more time they already departed on Thursday evening.
On Tuesday when we all were back to Uni she did not come to teach, we were all surprised, that day we saw a Director of Uni who came to her class and announced that she and her friend had been in lethal car crash, none of them survived.
For me, it was the time when I was not able to understand what happened, it was pain deep in my soul, fear and realisation of how fragile our life is. One moment we are happy and thinking about future, the other moment we are not there.
It was hard time and often when somebody asked me about my teacher I broke in tears and was not able to speak. That picture of my happy friend followed me for about a year, but only since we, her students started to gather together and to speak about her, the good things that she brought to us and how she helped us, only with help of those evening I slowly overcome that dark time.
I was glad that I had so many student mates around who we could speak about and that is important to live those moments and time with others, to let it out and do not keep for you your emotions.
I am inviting following users for contest: @rumanaafroz, @sana-khan01, @meehu
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