A Promise to a Dying Friend

Men - what has happened in your life enough to make a grown man cry When I was seven

years old I had this friend named Max. Max and I were best friends and we played

with each other everyday. We played video games, soccer,

rode bikes to the park, what any normal seven year olds would do.

We made a pact one summer that we’d be friends forever. Max even gave me a friendship bracelet

he’d made himself, and I wore it every day. Life felt endless, like nothing could

ever go wrong. Then one day, in the middle of summer, Max disappeared.

No texts, no calls—nothing. I was panicking. I rode my bike to his house,