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I can still remember the first day when I met my best friend. She had just moved into the neighborhood and her grandmother who also lived in the neighborhood brought her down to meet me. I hid behind my mother and she hid behind her grandmother, scared to look at each other. Soon, we lost the shyness and started playing with each other, bike riding to each other's house and having sleepovers. In 7th grade, I first lost touch with her. She was going through family problems and I deserted her to be with the "cooler people". None of my new friends liked her as much as I did because they knew she had "problems". However every summer we would always sit at each other's house and watch soap operas, eat Doritos (or whatever junk food her mom had bought) and talk about all the boys we liked.

It was last year when I noticed the problem. I guess I was just to catch up in high school to realize she needed someone there for her. Well, she made a new "best friend" and so did I. Then I didn't know why, but she started cutting herself!

She was diagnosed with clinical depression, and had to go to a hospital during the day. I was very upset at first but with the late nite calls, and meeting each other halfway up the street at midnight. We still stayed in touch. I wanted to be there for her since her new best friend basically deserted her since people were calling her crazy, and I knew I still cared about her like a sister.

Yesterday she came to me and said this: "I never knew what a best friend was until you were the only person that would stop me from cutting; the only person that ever made me feel better about myself and my problems. You don't know this but I was trying to kill myself this one nite you called me and I was crying. I owe you so much, and you didn't even know you were helping me."

We both cried. And I guess a kind of lesson from my life so far is to never give up on your friends. Even if they aren't as cool as others, or people think they are crazy, they need someone there. If you desert them, you will only be miserable yourself. So if a friend needs you, and you care for them, you can never desert them.

Answer 1

我仍然记得我第一次见我最好的朋友的场景。她刚刚搬过来成了我的邻居，原来就是我的邻居的她的祖母把他带来见我，我躲在我的母亲身后而她躲在他的祖母身后，我们都不敢看对方。很快，我们就不再害羞，开始一起玩了。骑车子到对方家开晚会。在第七年的时候，我联系不上她了。她那时家里出了问题，我抛弃了她去和“酷的人”玩儿。我的新朋友们都不像我那么喜欢她因为他们知道她有“问题”。然而，每个夏天我们依旧在对方家里看肥皂剧，吃立体脆（或者她妈妈买的垃圾食品），讨论我们喜欢的男孩子们。
去年开始我意识到了问题的存在。我觉得我只是想快点上高中但却发现她需要有人陪她。然后，她交了新的“好朋友”，我也是。但是我不知道为什么她开始在她身上制造伤口。
她被诊断患有临床忧郁症，不得不每天去医院。起初我很伤心每晚都和她通电话，还会半夜的时候在半路见面，我们还保持着联系。大家都说她疯了，自从她最好的朋友抛弃了她之后我就想一直陪着她。我知道我还像对待妹妹一样的关心着她。
昨天她来见我了，说“你是唯一一个能阻止我自残的人，在此之前我不知道好朋友究竟该什么样。你是唯一一个让我觉得我还不错的人。你不知道，那天我试图自杀但是你打来了电话，我哭了。我欠你很多，你甚至从来不知道你一直在帮助我。”
我们都哭了，我想至今为止关于人生我学的最美好的一课就是从不放弃朋友，即使他们并不像其他人那么酷，甚至被别人认为疯了，他们需要有人陪着。如果你放弃他们，你会讨厌你自己。所以，如果你的么朋友需要你，你也关心他们，那么你永远不要抛弃他们。

Answer 2

我仍然记得与我最好的朋友第一次见面的情景，她刚刚搬到附近，而她住在我家隔壁的奶奶带着她与我见面，我躲在母亲的身后，她也躲在她奶奶的身后，彼此审视着对方，但是过了不久我们便不再害羞开始一起玩

Answer 3

这么老大篇文章,不带分的,也好贴出来,吃不消侬