After that please read the story that I decided to share with you guys. It's really special to me so please don't make fun of it. Thanks! Love you! :)
So it was on Sunday and I was attending church at the time. (Of course) and I tried to answer one of the questions that they asked but the answer that I gave, felt really stupid to me. And I just felt like everybody knew that that answer was stupid. I'm pretty sure they were probobly thinking what an idiot I was. These were the kind of thoughts that came to my mind. My insucurity of how dumb I was came to my mind and memories of how stupid I felt in certain moments came flooding back to me. I started to cry a little bit and walked out of the room. I quickly hurried to the bathroom and locked myself into one of the stalls. I cried a lot. Memories of my sister's remarks on my comments from the past came back. Comments that my teachers had made from my presentations came flooding back. Making a fool out of myself in front of the classroom and my crush at the time (when I was trying to be smart) came streaming back. I just let it out. I cried in that bathroom for who knows how long. When I heard feet in there I tried to stop crying. Little gasps of air and sops came out of me. I took a few deep breaths. Mostly I was just waiting until whoever was in their to walk out. I felt like I was waiting very patiently. I heard them turn on the water to wash their hands and make a couple of steps. As soon I thought they were out I got out of my stale. Sure enough, they were actually still in the bathroom. "Julienne?" I heard from the side of the room. I was a girl in my YWs class. I won't be giving away her name cause I haven't asked her if I can share the story so I'll just call her Emily. "Are you OK?" she asked. I nodded my head yes but right after that I started tearing up again. "Come here." She said with her arms open wide. I couldn't help but hug her as well. Believe it or not but these were worse tears. I finally just cried like no one was watching. I gasped for air and balled similarly to when I was a child and I would get stung by a bee. I just cried for what seems like hours. After I finally settled down for a bit she asked me "Do you want to talk about it?" I said no. This is kind of a random happy part of the story but soon after that some 5-6 yr old kids came running into the bathroom. They were so cute and funny I couldn't help but laugh! Their primary teacher came running after them wondering where they all went. The YW and I helped find the kids. That really made the rest of my day. After the primary kids rush was over and they were back in their classrooms I decided that I would tell my YW friend why I was crying. She completely understood and told me that she's done the extact same thing before but at school. This gave me so much comfort. I felt like that I wasn't the only one in this situation before. We actually didn't end up going back to the classroom.(gasp!) We just stayed in the halls and talked about life and stuff. We actually ended up talking about love lanugages for a little bit. (It inspired me to write a previous blog about Physical Touch, one of the many love languages). Anyways, after our convo she just told me to just talk to her whenever I felt like it. This really gives me so much comfort. Just knowing that there's somebody out there for me willing to help me gives me LOTS of comfort. I would highly encourage you (if you ever find the oppertunity) to just go out of your way to help somebody with whatever situation that they're in.