It’s weird how memories work. You’re in the middle of doing something, then something completely random pops into your head.
This is one thing I love about being a writer. Have a random thought? Awesome. Now you get to see it.
When I was a kid, we had a hemophiliac in our school. We all had specific instructions to not let him bleed because we knew that if he started bleeding, he won’t stop.
Kids have a sort of built in morality. We didn’t want this kid to die.
The weird thing though – the kid was an asshole. He sometimes would egg people on. Actually try to piss someone off enough to start a fight with him.
But we knew that if we fought him, it wouldn’t end well. No, not for us. For him. One cut, and he bleeds to death.
So no one hit him.
He only lasted a year at our school. Never saw him again.
I have no idea if he moved or if something bad happened.
Then the 80s came and with the 80s – AIDS.
Sadly, I read somewhere that the majority of hemophiliacs died of AIDS in the 80s. They had no way back then of knowing if blood transfusions had tainted blood. And whereas AIDS today is an inconvenience, it was a death sentence back then.
So unfortunately it’s safe to assume that he died sometime in the 80s in his teens. Probably died a virgin too.
People nowadays complain about everything.
Let’s put things in perspective. Are you really worse off than that kid?
Then maybe stop bitching and start living life. Whatever you did, you get a second chance. He’s long dead and died before he reached your current age.
RIP hemophiliac kid. I don’t even remember his name.