battles.

Life is a constant battle, whether we realize it or not. We're in a constant struggle. Some days life feels like a light breeze, calm and perfect. But other days it feels like a hurricane, stage 5. Today was that day for me.

I will admit that sometimes I am oblivious to other people's problems. I can get very caught up in my own stupid little world. The top reason I dislike people is because they somehow disturbed the peace in my perfect little world. Selfish, I know. But it's the truth.

Today started out seemingly alright. It was friday, the friday of homecoming weekend. I was pretty excited I'll admit. There was a few little things on my mind, but I was trying to just brush them off. (HA yes I know, it's me we're talking about) Slowly, little things were building. My mood was getting worse. I was getting more upset about everything whenever I thought about it. I tried EXTREMELY hard not to. I talked to Sara, Emily, and Stephenie about everything and they all told me just don't think about it and let it go, don't let it ruin the weekend. I tried and FAILED, miserably. After school I waited for an acknowledgement, showing you missed me today, a kiss even. Not so much. I met Sara in tears, she helped a lot, but I knew I needed Michelle. I walked to my car, got in, dialed her number and the tears fell hard. I wanted to listen to the radio and try to calm down, so I go to start Penelope. Battery, dead. AWE-SOME. I thought that was the FREAKING cherry on the cake. Oh no, that was only the icing.

Two girls, two girls I dislike more than almost anyone from choir were in the parking spot next to mine. They heard my car clicking, not starting and saw my tears streaming. They opened my door and offered to get me guys to help and jumper cables. After two band guys I didn't know, Alex and the two girls from choir, and 30 min later my car finally started. (My parents were on an appointment at this time)

These people besides Alex barely knew me. They had no reason to help me, waste their time, and actually care about some random crying girl in a VW Bug, but they did anyway. And two girls that I had disliked strongly, one since freshman year, the other since sophomore CARED about me despite all of our conflicts. They hugged me and told me everything would be okay. As hard as it was, I believed them. I knew it would be. God works in amazing ways. He brings you answers in the strangest, most perfect ways.

After the hell I went through today, I am happy. God will ALWAYS provide. He gives you strength and hope. I learned that everyone is dealing with things, even though you don't realize it, so the next time someone needs help, give it to them because their day could be hell and one day it could be you and you need to have hope someone will do the same for you.