What could've been

a story of a suicidal boy...

“STOP” that was the last word to pass through my ears before I ended my life; before I took the plunge in to the dark unknown of death. I shall now share the reasons why, life wasn’t worth living anymore. It all started on the eve of my fifteenth birthday or to my parents “just another day”, as they had told me so many times before. But being naïve as always I held out some hope that this year it’d be different, that this year they’d care. But as always no one did. No one even acknowledged that there was anything even remotely important about the day. I tried to tell them, I tried to make them care. BAD IDEA!  They screamed as me, outraged that I could expect such a thing of them. They told me what I thought at the time was the truth, that no one loved me, that I was a mistake and that my so called friends hated me and talked about me behind my  back like I was a disease. They told me that I was destined to be a failure and having heard it all my life I believed them. My name is Bill Gates.

Now, I want you to imagine that the previous story was true. How different all our lives would be, the things that we’d miss out on. Think about that the next time you’re about to say something mean to someone, about how many great things you could be depriving the world of just by uttering a few words. A few words can take a life and change the world