Caring for a roommate

Last night I saw something that I will never ever forget. One of my roommates found out that her dog had died. As she lay there in bed, and cried, one roommate moved first and pulled her into a hug. Another roommate came back to the room and without even asking what was wrong, went on the otherside and wrapped her in a hug. Then the last roommate and I moved and joined the hug. We all sat there and held her in our arms and held her hands until she stopped crying. Even then, we all sat there and wipped her tears as she told us about her dog. We all listened and cried with her, laughed with her as she told us about these memories.

Unfortunately, I got a phone call so I had to move outside to take it but when I left, I looked back and saw how the other four sat there. It would have been a great picture to show love between my roommates. I came back and I was easily able to fit back. This is one thing that I love in dorms. You may be far from home, but there are people who will drop what they are doing and make time for you because they know if something similar happened to them, they would like the same.

Even after my roommate had stopped crying and gone back to work, we would occasionally pass her and ruffle her hear or poke her nose or give her a quick hug before we went out the door. I really think that this made a difference for her. Even if we didn't say it, I could feel the it in the atmosphere in the room.

I stopped and thought back later during the night. They always have pictures of girls smiling or working on something or playing a game in the magazines for Woodstock but they never show how something like this. They never show something like what I experienced last night. I don't think it can be captured in a photo or a video, but it is something that is there and will always be there.