I always avoided Spencer. He was a funny kid but I couldn't stand him, continuously talking about sports and referring to himself as superman. I liked him and we actually got along well when we did spend time together, but we each had our own friends so we rarely ever hung out. When wrestling season came around we became friends again as we were both on the team. When Spencer told me that day that his brother had hung himself I felt a feeling I had never felt before in my life. Although he was not my brother, I really experienced a feeling of loss, as I have a brother and can understand a brothers love, and can hardly imagine that inconceivable agony one would endure having to experience such a horrific tragedy. I began to spend time with Spencer sheerly out of heartfelt sympathy. It wasn't as if I was such close friends with him, I just really wanted to be there for him. All I could think about was had I been Spencer, how good it would have felt to have someone to be close with and talk to about things. Spencer used to be the kid I only said "hi" to in the halls, but somehow he had become my best friend. We began to spend a lot more time together, both of us feeling like we had been best friends since the day we were born, as our personalities complimented eachother and were very similar. Spencer taught me so many things that I will use for the rest of my life. Spencer's brother was really his whole life, a best friend and an amazing brother. Coping with the loss of someone who is loved so deeply and having the ability to continue on with everyday life is something which completely amazes me. Spencer taught me that you have to make the best of your situation no matter how bad it can get. Before Spencer I would fight to alter my situation if there was a conflict with it, but with this new perspective on things, I will accept my situation and then try my absolutle hardest to make the best of it. As a person who tends t...
