When I was in elementary school my dad passed away. It was a very hard moment in my life and it completely broke me. My dad was my best friend and my hero. In my school there was a new student that had just moved into my city. He had a weird name and everyone teased him and bullied him for his name and his appearance. My whole life I have also been a good person I was taught to be nice to people and treat others the way you want to be treated. Unfortunately my friends started bullying him and just to fit in even though I was very uncomfortable with doing it I joined in and messed around with him. ( Nothing physical) I would make fun of his name and his appearance and I didn’t like it but I just wanted to be cool. A year later my dad got very sick and I didn’t go to school for weeks because I would always be in the hospital with him. When I would go to school it seemed like nobody cared about what I was going through it was very hard so I just completely stopped going. After a while my dad passed away and we held a funeral. All my friends where invited but none of them showed up and I was pretty devastated about that. But the next thing I know is the kid I bullied walks up to me and gives me a hug and says I’m sorry for everything that has happened to you no one deserves this and starts crying on my shoulder, and his whole family came and supported me. They where not even invited but they heard what happened and wanted to come. I have not seen him since and I regret not being better to him when I had the chance. I learned to always be nice to people, love others, and don’t do stupid stuff to try to be cool.