My friend is dying, Karen. I just came across the sub and it seems like the perfect place to rant about an incident that still makes my blood boil to this day.

Back in high school, my friend group included this guy who had a terminal illness.

He was at the point where his doctors were shocked, he was still alive.

Aside from being skinny and a bit pale, he looked like any other average teenager.

He had his good days and his bad days, but even on his good days he would

tie it easily. He didn't talk much about his illness and he tried to be normal like everyone else.

For example, he would talk about the college he wanted to attend and what career he wanted.

We respected that and never brought up his illness. He had a placard so we would always park in handicapped spots. As you can imagine we often

got dirty looks when a bunch of seemingly healthy teenagers piled out of the car.

Our friend ignored the looks so we never said anything to these judgmental people.

One weekend we all decided to go to the amusement park.

After an hour or so, he started getting tired.

So we got him one of those loner wheelchairs. Like the teenagers we were, we took turns doing

stuff like pushing him really fast and doing wheelies, but we were careful not to bother

anyone else. I remember him laughing his butt off. That is until her current shouted at us from like 30 feet away.

You know you're keeping that wheelchair from someone who might actually need it. Don't you? I looked at my friend and his smile instantly disappeared.

I was done, effing done. So I marched over to her knowing exactly what I was going to say

after biting my tongue so many times.

I didn't raise my voice so my friend wouldn't overhear what I said.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm sure you'll be happy to know my friend has a terminal illness

and his doctors say he could die any moment now

so someone else will be able to use the wheelchair very soon. She got all red in the

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