A Friend From Beyond The Oceans

Decisions . . . Decisions

I'm not a social media surfer, or a fan of some kinds of virtual life. You should see my Facebook! I have twelve friends. . . yes, just twelve, and that's more than enough. You'll be surprised when you know that six of my friends, on that social media network, are my sister's fake accounts. 

Your decision might be taken in a fraction of a second. Yet, the consequences are forever.

Choose wisely ..

I received, few years ago, that friend request on Facebook, but I had no idea who was the sender. I clicked on the name to know more about that person: Osi Mano.

I was terrified by his profile cover, too much darkness radiated from those monstrous sharp teeth evilly grinning at every visitor to that page. I knew every shape of evilness in my life, and I swore that I would never be dragged again into the dark side of the world.

My eyes went to that person's bio, a depressed teenager. He was just a teenager.

Why someone like him wants me to be his friend? I tried to write a tough bio that showed every side of seriousness on my page, and definitely I'm not the kind of friend he wants to hangout with!

Honestly; I didn't want friends like him, I've been always the person handling serious discussions with mature people. The teen years' drama was far behind me, and I had no intention to bring it back into my life.

He was maybe just sending random requests, and I didn't have to accept.

I was about to delete that request when the soft side of my mind protested: he's just a boy living in a deserted island, he only needs to be trusted and understood.

That was the first step toward the unknown.

I confirmed his request, and couldn't stop that soft side of me from being the boss that night. So, I went to his page, and wrote about that terrifying profile picture. It ended up with more than a hundred texts, the kind of texts everyone would write when trying to start a friendship.

And of course, every two humans on earth share some similar manners, ideas, and many other things. That's why we can live together, and we've been able to establish a real life wherever this life takes us. We are humans.

I went to my bed that night thanking God, for he put in my way a kid I could help, a lost young man who was about to blow his life away in vein. If I could guide him to see a tiny fraction of hope , that would be the atonement for mountains of sins I committed in my life, which were pressing heavily on my consciousness.

He was my salvation, and maybe I was his...