In my freshman year in high school, there was a kid with cerebral palsy in my lunch period (whose name was Alex) who had a hard time getting along with anyone else. I was the only guy there who would treat him like a regular human being and offer him company. I defended him more than a few times when some of the meaner kids made fun of him for his disability.
I remember the time I walked in to the cafeteria and I saw another kid spitballing him while his friends laughed. It was the first time I'd ever met him. I walked up to their group and told them to stop doing that, because it was really messed up.
When he decided to continue I lifted him up from his collar and threw him at the trashcan, where he belonged. I got in trouble for it and I was sent to the principal's office for fighting. When the school called my mom, they suspended me for three days and told my mom what I did. She gave me a high five.
Since then, I've been friends with Alex. The minute I get in the cafeteria he'd walk up to me and greet me, begging me to have lunch with him. He'd never lose any of his excitement. The smile I could see on his face was worth all the s**t that was flung my way by the meaner students just for being his friend and defending him. I couldn't care less about what others think of our friendship.
Honestly, a lot of people disgust me for the way they treated him. It's so easy to be kind to others, so why do people put so much effort into being mean?