“Helping a Fighting Friend,” Friend, July 2002, 17
Once my friend Mac* got into a fight with another friend, George. All the other kids decided to not be Mac’s friend anymore. I said that I wouldn’t be his friend, either.
I felt rotten. My mom and dad told me that we were going over to Mac’s to talk. I groaned but nodded.
I prayed for a plan to help me. I had a very good one. When we went to talk to Mac, I told him, “Mac, I’m going to give you as many chances as you need to be a little nicer.” We shook hands on it.
The next day at the bus stop, when Mac came, all the other kids backed away from him. I went right up next to him and started talking to him.
I felt happy for myself that I did the right thing.