Harrison Bonfire

So, Sunday night, I picked up a few friends, and together we went over to the Homecoming kick-off bonfire. Like most school events, it started off slowly, with several clumps of friends and a few kids alone on the sides. One of them was a kid I'd hung out with a few times (he will remain nameless), but I probibly haven't spoken to him in more than a year. He was in a corner of the baseball field, headphones in his ears, looking lonely and a little depressed. I told my friends I had to take care of something, and went over and just started talking to him. He told me how much he hates school events, how none of his friends even showed up, and saying over and over that he should just go home. I told him that these events always start out awkward, but get more fun as time goes on. So we talked. And talked. And talked. He started to really open up, and even brighten up a little. I took him to meet the rest of my friends, and we all hung out the rest of the night. I even introduced one of my link crew freshman (who didn't know many people there), and the two of them seemed to hit it off pretty well.
When I started talking to him, honestly, it felt almost like a chore. I felt like it was my duty to be nice, and I was just doing something to add to my Daffodil project. But once we had been hanging out for a while, I started having a pretty good time, and so did he. I had some really wonderful, albeit unexpected conversation with someone I wouldn't normally have talked to. I guess that's the lesson of it. Nice acts involve going out of your way to do something that most people normally wouldn't do. Going into this uncharted territory, more than just giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside, gives new insight and experiences that enrich life and make it dynamic.