The Lesson I Learned

I was sitting on my table, studying when suddenly my phone rang. Being as ignorant as I am, I did not pick it up until it stopped ringing. I saw that it was my friend's call, whom I did not like at all. And so I just cleared the notification and went back to study. Everything was normal that day. I ate my dinner and went to sleep. Not thinking about that phone call even once. The next day I woke up to about 30 missed calls from my friends. I got worried and called them, and that was when I realized what I had done. The previous day my friend had called me because she had indulged herself in an accident and had my number saved in favourite. I was told that she was in COMA and now, I just could not stop blaming myself. I was grieved! I was anxious! for what I had done. That day I cried myself to sleep. I could not believe that my hatred caused someone so much pain! I just could not stop crying! I told everything to my mother and she helped me realize that it was not completely my fault. I was right in hating her, but the place where I went wrong was when I did not pick up her call just because I hated her. I had been told multiple times by my parents to pick up calls even when they are from people whom I hate or whom I do not expect to call me, but I never paid attention and now due to that someone's life is at stake. My mother asked me to call her parents and apologize for this huge mistake I made. The next day when I heard that she had been released from COMA I went to meet her. I apologized to her as well and since then we have been the best of friends. According to me, it was the kindest thing she did to ever forgive me and I am truly obliged. The lesson I learned was that no matter how much you hate a friend, you will never be able to resist from helping them in times of crisis. That is basic human nature.