Second Chances (Pt. II)

I wouldn't call Stan a close friend. As a matter of fact, he isn't close to anyone, because he only cares about himself. He is an only child of separated parents whose lives revolve around him. Right now he is practically living off of his inheritance, although his parents aren't dead yet. My family can't understand why I'm helping him, since he seems like a lost case. I can't expect him to be grateful either, he never learned about gratitude. One day he'll find a job, get his life back on track, but he won't remember that he owes me big-time for it. He'll believe that he did it all on his own, while I was being a pain in the ass always pushing him to do things he wasn't comfortable with. Even more annoying than his mother.

Back in senior high school, Philipp and I were close friends. I did most of his coursework, but he failed his final exams anyway. Maybe people who don't want to be helped, don't deserve to receive help. To me it has never been about who is deserving and who isn't. It's not about ever getting a thank you in return, because you most likely won't. I feel like I need to help, because it would've been nice if I've had someone when I needed them. Someone who would've been there and done what I'm doing right now.

However, I haven't really had a person like that in my life, when life was tough. There used to be Alex S. and Mary, but I lost Alex early in the process. It's everyone out there fending for themselves. I'd like to know that there are more people like Alex out there helping others who need a second chance. Starting with me. It's what I have to do, even if it seems pretty pointless. My Grandpa would've been proud of me, that's all I need. All this time he's been watching over me, I can feel it. My life has been changing for the better, but I can't ever forget how I got there. It's my turn to give something back.