I had a friend in school. Not my best friend, but I had known him since third grade. We didn't always have the best relationship. If I remember, we fought once or twice, but we always apologized afterward. His family was very religious, and when I talked to him, he recited the occasional proverb. I'm Catholic, but have never gone to church or read the bible, so I never really understood their meanings. We always talked in PE, since we didn't have any other classes together. Other than that, he always stopped by my waiting area before class started to say hi.
One morning, he didn't show up. I asked around, but nobody had seen him. I assumed he was absent or home sick, so when the bell rang, I walked to class.
As soon as the tardy bell rang, the assistant principal came on. She had been crying, and her voice was cracking.
He died the night before. He collapsed in the shower and died alone, all resulting from an undiagnosed heart condition. His family was poor, and couldn't afford the funeral, let alone the medication to treay his heart condition. I donated 20 dollars to his family for the funeral. I wish I could have done more.