The meaning of a friend

Never having any guidance, or direction, he has always seemed to work through all
obstacles. Langston was a young man, roughly beginning his first year of medical school.

Everyone he knew saw it a miricle that he ever made it as far as a bachelors degree, much
less a Medical Degree.
Born a “mistake” never knowing his mother, or father he spent much of his
childhood and adolescence running from foster homes east and west, he had never known
unconditional love or the feel of a true family. At the age of 24, only one person in his life
had ever before cared enough to keep in touch with him. She was a young woman he
called Mams. Natalie Green Entered is life when he was around the age of four, as his “big
sister”. She was only 18 and needed community service hours to receive a scholarship,
never anticipating that such a loving relationship would grow with the young boy. Mams
was an only child to a middle class black family, raised with a father that believe you must
earn and work for everything you receive. Even then the nature and history, of Langston’s
life, at the age of four, shocked her. For the 12 months they spent together, in St.Louis,
every weekend, and twice during the week they escaped from their lives. She took him to
plays, book readings, social events, anything she thought would open his eyes to the
opportunities surrounding him. As a result Langston was well on his was to success. Even
after she left for collage, and he moved to a new “home”, every birthday, Easter,
Christmas, Halloween, and any other special event, Langston would receive a letter or
post card with just enough words to make him keep trying. She was the main and only
motivation in his life.

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On a Sunny day, in the beginning of September, Langston hopped on his bike and
hurried home to his apartment to change clothes and rush to work, his daily routine. The
door flung open, his shoes flew across the room, he ran to the bathroom he turned on the
shower, then ran into the kitchen, and was then brought to a paused when he noticed the
mail he must have overlooked when first entering. The shower still running, he grabbed
the mail, not expecting anything in paticular besides the usual junk mail. When suddenly he
was suprised to see a peach envelope with purple ink writing, reading Langston Brown
though, he didn’t recognize the handwriting. With a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach
he ran to the bathroom to shut off the water, then slowly walked to the living room were
he sat squeamishly in the most uncomfortable chair, and nervously he began to open the

The first words of the letter brought him to tears, “Dear Langston, your probably
wondering who this is, I am Julie Morris, Up until two days ago I was Natalie Greens best
friend. Knowing you were a dear friend to her I felt obligated to inform you…” He
stopped, he knew what had happened, not being able to read anymore, the letter dropped
to the floor and he froze in silence, for what seamed a decade. Mams the only person who
held any significance in his life had committed suicide, she was only thirty eight. Since the
beginning of his life all the insults, set backs, and rejections; none of this compared to the
emotions he was faced with at this time.

The impact Mams suicide had on Langston’s life was tremendous. Although he
only got four or five letters a year from her and they seldom saw each other, she was still
the one that drove Langston. With her gone he felt useless. In the months following,
Langstons 3.8 GPA had taken a cliff dive to a 2.5, he went from job to job, not being able
to handle the once seamed easy requirements and responsibilities. Langston was depressed
and drowning in self pity. Even the few shallow party friends Langston had come to know
in college couldn’t redeem his spirits. His hard work, amazing accomplishments and
overwhelming ambition were slowly being flushed down the toilet. Yet the only thoughts
rushing his mind were, “why her?, what could I have done?, how could she do this to me
and herself?, why is life so unfair?” with other pending questions, the confusion overcame
On a Wednesday Afternoon, about 2:30


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