One day, my thesis advisor called me into his office and handed me a binder. It was a “joint project” he said we had been working on — only, I hadn’t done any of it.
He did the research, wrote most of it, and left the last few pages blank. “Just fill this in,” he said.
“They’ll pass you.”
I graduated on time. Still can’t talk about it without crying.
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Story 12:
When I was 15 or 16, my parents dropped me off at the mall to meet up with my girlfriend. We had a small argument, and she dumped me on the spot, literally running into the arms of some guy she knew—right in front of me.
I was emotionally wrecked and called my parents no less than 30 times, but I got no answer.
I was about to start walking the 8 miles back home when a kid in the grade above me came up and asked what was wrong. He drove me home and made me feel like my life wasn’t over. Thank you, Brian. © clappedhams / Reddit
