Interesting Night

So last night I was faced with a problem concerning one of my friends. It was really an intense conversation. Hence the reason I didn't talk so much during class due to lack of sleep. As I was helping a friend find his lost marbles and guide him to a leveled ground I thought of how nice of a person I was to help him out. I thought I was pretty cool then I started to question my generosity. What was I gaining from this? Why do I feel obligated to help this person when it was their own fault they ended up like this?

I know I wasn't trying to gain anything from giving up my sleep time to make sure my friend was okay. I was just trying to help because that's what I do. I did realize when I decided to help my friend I was the only one out of a group of people who looked and laughed at my friend. I felt guilty because no one helped him so I decided to be the odd ball and help when others didn't.

I think I just realized why I try to do nice things for people. It's because they sometimes need someone to step outside of the crowd and offer a helping hand because no one does and sucks to be left alone. I sort of know the feeling.