How a “hi” changed my life

When I heard the news that a dear friend of mine, Nick, had killed himself while away at college, I didn’t know what to think. Obviously sadness was the first reaction. Nick was one of the most genuine people I’ve met. Even though we never shared a class together, Nick and I played on the  tennis team. Nick was actually the first guy I met at high school.

I was apprehensive to sign up for the high school tennis camp entering freshman year. Literally not knowing one single person, I showed up the first day in a camp with 30 girls and only 1 other guy besides myself. That was Nick. Nick seemed to notice my discomfort as he inched closer and closer to me while we waited on the court for instruction. Nick said hi to me and asked if I was an incoming freshman. When I responded, “yes,” he asked if I was nervous. I think he could feel a faulty sense of sureness in my bravado. Even when I said, “No I’m excited. I’m so ready for high school.” Nick proceeded to tell me the ins and outs of the school and stories of the mistakes he made as a freshman. Being a sophomore, Nick seemed to have all the answers for my questions. “How’s the work load?” “Is Geometry hard?” “Are there any teacher I want / don’t want to have?” “Are there a lot of cute girls?” 

He was my first friend. 

Camp continued for another week, and we got to know each other better. We talked about our previous schools, favorite topics of study, and goals after high school. When school started, our interactions didn’t get too far passed a wave in the hallway or a, “How’s everything going?” And that’s how our friendship continued for the next two years when we were in high school together. Nick always waved and said hi. Always. Never one time occurred where we saw each other and he didn’t say hi to me. He had a gentle smile. I had no idea the pain he was experiencing inside. 

Almost a year after graduating high school, Nick ended his life. Still a senior in high school, I found out when everyone else found out. I’ll never forget it – the Twitter thread coming in while we sat in the parking lot of a Portillo’s on a field trip in a school bus. It wasn’t until I received further details about what happened when I figured out that he couldn’t find peace in this life. That is something that still rings in my head. In a world full of so many options, so many outlets, so many people, how can a world be so distorted to make one feel this way? I don’t think I’ll ever find an answer to that question. Reactions are things that are different for everyone. No person is better at reacting to something than the next person. No person is worse at reacting to something either. Our reactions all differ greatly, and it’s impossible to steer every person in a healthy direction as external circumstances are reacted upon. In no way, shape or form am I aware of the stress that depression can put on a person. But I tend to think that depression is the most silent of killers.

Who could’ve thought that the person who always seems totally satisfied with life is the one struggling with it the most? How can a man like Robin Williams, with access to the most qualified of doctors and treatment, find no reason to live anymore? But it seems to me as if the answer is in the question. It’s not the power of the letters after someone’s name that is going to cure all the sick. It’s not the potency of a pill that will be a permanent fix. We, as Nick did for me on the first day of tennis camp, must reach out and offer assistance. We must reach out and show care. We must reach out and provide protection to each other from a world that can unfortunately be so cruel. 

I will say 100% that my high school experience would not have been as great as it was without my friend, Nick. From day 1, I felt his support and encouragement, and his openness and kindness inspired me to do the same. That is why I decided to write this blog: to restate yet again that there is always someone out there that can help you. There is always someone who can relate to you. And there is always someone who will listen to you. If I can be that person of comfort for just one individual, I am beyond blessed.

I write this today, at 1am, to reach as many people I can. Just the way Nick extended himself to comfort me, I can only hope to do the same for anyone who reads this. 


“Thats our job – to spark somebody else watching us.”

– Tupac Shakur