When I was 15 and my teacher 35, we were the closest friends you could ever imagine. Once, we met away from everyone. I came on my motorbike (legally). He brought alcohol with himself and drank it. He asked me if he could try out my motorbike. I told him that it was dangerous, as he’d drunk alcohol before. He ensured me we’d be alright and stuff. Each time he ensured me of something this way, he was right. Every time I asked him for advice, he was ready to help. How stupid was I to allow him to do that. As we’d met away from the main route, I thought he would just go a lap and get off of my bike. But no. He went on the main route. We had an accident then. All I remember is that he apologized and cried. I’ve honestly never seen him like that. We both got ‘friended’ because of our sarcastic sense of humor and neither of us cried that loud while together. His body was partially under the car wreck and don’t ask me how. Also, I saw a huge bruise on my leg, as though it was about to be cut off. Massive blood loss. I lost my consciousness and woke up in the hospital about a week later (+1,2 days). I saw my family and friends. Literally everyone I knew and was close to me. Even this teacher. I shortly realized that my leg wasn’t saved. Just cut off. That’s how the teacher ruined both mine and his dreams. He turned out to be totally alright. A few broken ribs, bruises, smaller cuts. He cried having seen me wake up. I asked everybody else to leave because I needed to have a talk with him, even though I was extremely tired. With tears in my eyes I got mad at him, shouting all over the place, that it was all his fault and that I never wanted to see him ever again. I was hoping he’d show up anyway, like in dramas, and I would be going on about myself and my pain, but no, he didn’t. At all. I learnt to walk fast, with my prosthetic leg. It was quite hard to adapt at first, but having made it to the end, I’m proud to say I can walk again. Ten years passed and now I’m 25. I became a teacher, never forgot my actual one. I work in China and teach small children English, as a trainee teacher. Last week me and my teacher met, he looked as if he skipped his sleep or something. He apologized to me, said he lost his teaching license and went to jail having confessed to driving drunk that night. I sobbed hard, ran up to hug him. We cried like that for hours, apologizing for everything. I’ll always remember what he said to me: “Now you’re a teacher instead of me, so work hard.” That was the truth… as a kid I really dreamt of working in his place one day. So… he didn’t spoil my dreams at all, did he…
But I spoiled his instead.

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