My Heart.I have always had a place in my heart for broken people. I empathize with them. I know how it feels to hurt. I can always tell by the look on their face, or the tone of their voice, that something is wrong. So I try to make them smile. I might be the only person that tries to make them smile all day. I know how it feels to go a while without a smile on my face; for a while, that was the norm for me. That shouldn't be the norm for anybody, though. So I have a place in my heart for broken people, because I know how it is to feel alone. We all do. We are all human; we all have that in common.
My best friend lost his great grandma that raised him. He was only fourteen when that happened. His mother and father didn't want him. His grandfather took him in when his great grandma passed away. I met this boy right after he lost her. He used to be a quiet, well behaved kid, from what I have heard. The loss of his great grandma tore him apart. He did a complete 180. He was no longer the nice, quiet, sheltered boy people knew. He became the "bad kid" that nobody wanted to know... except for me. I wanted to fix that. You can't always fix what is broken, though. However, I can go through life knowing that everytime I have been with him, he has had a smile on his face, and a light in his eyes that his friends hadn't seen in a very, very long time. I will always have a place in my heart for him, and anybody like him.