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Spring semester of last year was probably the hardest time I've faced in my life so far. Everything around me seemed to be falling apart and each day it was becoming more than I thought I could handle. One weekend in particular stands out. I had gotten locked out of my bedroom in my apartment on Friday night (thanks maintenance!) after all my roommates had gone home for the weekend, leaving me with only my car keys and my cell phone.
Saturday afternoon (after getting back in my room) I had gone to eat with a friend of mine, and on my way home I was rear ended by an F-250. I drive a Corolla, so it wasn't pretty. Fortunately, I wasn't hurt. As I was standing on the side of the road dealing with the police, I notice another car pull off and park in front of my car. One of the older sisters gets out and runs up and hugs me, checking to see if I was ok. At this point, I didn't know her very well so the fact that she did that meant a lot to me.
After I got home from dealing with the car accident, I decided to take a nap. I wake up to find that my kind-of boyfriend ( I don't even know what we were) had decided to let me know that we were done and that he never wanted to speak to me again on FACEBOOK. My feelings were very much involved with this guy, so obviously I was devasted, especially given what happened earlier in the afternoon. I texted my new member coordinator (she knew about a lot of my problems) and told her that I finally reached my breaking point. She immediately called me, and even though she was home for the weekend, she stayed on the phone with me for 45 minutes, calming me down and letting me know I'd be ok. She and a few other sisters would text me every so often to check up on me and making sure everything was alright. Without their help, I don't think I would have made it through that night.
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