- Jul 3, 2022
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When I was 14, in high school, there was a boy in my grade who was a tiny bit intellectually disabled. Tiny bit; I barely knew him but he was a nice kid and he was pretty normal over all.
Anyway, one day during passing time (the 5 minutes or so to get from one class to another) I was behind him (kind of to the side) in the hallway with a bunch of other kids. And for some reason, I decided to whisper "kill yourself, [kid's name]." I think he heard me because I was close to him, and I remember him being startled; he went down the stairs and looked back up at me. I'm not sure why I even did this horrible thing!
Not long after, we found out that one day he'd been hit by a car and killed. It was a very open stretch of road, there's no way he didn't see the car. And even some other kids were saying he killed himself (a rumor got started that another boy told him to kill himself). And the boy who died would bike to go take care of chickens, but he was on foot when he walked out in front of the car. Even the driver in the report was like "he just walked out in front of me."
I'm convinced this poor boy killed himself. And I'm convinced I contributed to it. It's been 13 years, and every few years I remember it. I feel like I need to turn myself in to the police or something.
I just don't know what to do. I know God forgives me, but there has to be some kind of human repercussion for this.
Anyway, one day during passing time (the 5 minutes or so to get from one class to another) I was behind him (kind of to the side) in the hallway with a bunch of other kids. And for some reason, I decided to whisper "kill yourself, [kid's name]." I think he heard me because I was close to him, and I remember him being startled; he went down the stairs and looked back up at me. I'm not sure why I even did this horrible thing!
Not long after, we found out that one day he'd been hit by a car and killed. It was a very open stretch of road, there's no way he didn't see the car. And even some other kids were saying he killed himself (a rumor got started that another boy told him to kill himself). And the boy who died would bike to go take care of chickens, but he was on foot when he walked out in front of the car. Even the driver in the report was like "he just walked out in front of me."
I'm convinced this poor boy killed himself. And I'm convinced I contributed to it. It's been 13 years, and every few years I remember it. I feel like I need to turn myself in to the police or something.
I just don't know what to do. I know God forgives me, but there has to be some kind of human repercussion for this.