God, I feel. Idk, sad and proud at the same time.

I am vice president of Japanese Club at my school and despite the common belief of those clubs being really dorky and generally full of weirdos, it is a really great club and I am proud to be part of it. At least today I am, cause I just feel like we had something that we put a ton of effort into and it ended with a great result.

There is a kid at our school that has cancer. It is terminal and he is currently bedridden. Not just that, but he is super sweet and ugh. Like, he was embarrassed about having girls come over and seeing him when we brought the cranes, cause he was shy about how he looked because of the cancer. :c He was pretty swollen and he couldn't move so he was in a mechanical bed and his mom had to adjust it so he could sit up ever so slightly, which I am pretty sure hurt like hell for him, just so that he could take pictures with me, my friend, and the thousand stringed cranes.

And he was so earnest about taking them, very polite, and seemed honestly pleased to receive something like that. And I mean, he could barely even smile you guys, but godddddd. I almost cried. And despite being completely worn out from a rough week, being there and seeing his mother's reaction and him, and getting to be a part of something like that. It feels really great and really revived the energy in me.

His mom cried as we were about to leave saying things like she had looked it up online and was so thankful that we had done something like this and how if there were more kids that would reach out and do things like this the world would be a better place. She thanked us so many times and hugged us so many times, omg. I am surprised I didn't start bawling. She just seemed so sad, stressed, and utterly worn that I couldn't help thinking that she must be such a strong mother to be dealing with that in such a positive way. It was really heartwarming and at the same time heartbreaking.