In Junior High, there was a girl who was constantly picking on me, beating me up, etc. One time, after an altercation, we were called into the principal’s office. I got there first. The principal asked me what the issue was. I said, “I don’t know. One thing I know about V is that, I’ve seen her with her friends; she’s a good friend, but a bad enemy.” When V got there, the principal made me repeat that. After school V gave me the worst thrashing of my life. Soon after, she disappeared. Years & years later, I was at work at a store when she came in, headed right to me (I had a moment of panic), and hugged me. It turned out that she had to spend a long time in a psychiatric hospital. A number of times she contemplated suicide, but it was MY words – that I said that she was capable of being a good friend – that she held on to & got her through.