A few years back, I didn't have any friends in school. I would roam the playground at recess, watching what everyone else was doing, trying to fit in somewhere. Anywhere.

One day, I was playing in my backyard when a boy walked by. He saw me swinging around an old scythe-staff, from my grandfather's farming days, and told me to "wait right there". I figured he was playing a trick on me, but I wasn't going anywhere. He came back with a fire-poker, still warm. Said he tried to bring it over red hot, but it cooled down on the way. I laughed, because I thought he was joking. He laughed because he knew he wasn't.

That was the day we became friends.