It’s 3 a.m. and I’m reaching for the phone. It’s a Friday night and I’m on-call which means this phone call is probably some drunk freshman who locked themselves out of their room. I answer and the girl on the other end frantically tells me, “He’s bleeding! We need help!”. I immediately ask which floor, grab my keys and the on-call phone and run up to assess the situation. Upon reaching the floor, my eyes are drawn toward a puddle of blood on the carpet outside a dorm door then I see ten or so residents in the hallway freaking out. I rush through them and push open the men’s restroom door where the water faucet is running at full blast and there is blood EVERYWHERE. Two girls are holding a boy up in the shower. I ask him if he is alright and the girls point to his head. An inch gash is right above his right eye. Its deep and its still bleeding.
Overall the incident was smooth and went well. SMU PD came and later an ambulance to take the boy to get stitches. Weeks past. He wasn’t a resident in my building so I never saw or heard of him again.
This morning, I went to the gym as always. As I was walking out, a boy came up to me and asked, “Are you Amy?” At first I was confused but realized that he may mean the Amy who works on my RA staff. I told him no but he appeared convinced that I was the person he was looking for. “They told me her name was Amy”. I asked him why he was looking for this ‘Amy’ and he simply pointed to his forehead. I immediately recognized the fresh scar above his right eye. Then, before I knew it, he reached out his arms and hugged me.
These two simple words meant the world to me today. Those words reminded me of why I chose to be a RA. So I say thanks to the boy with the scar above his right eye. You brightened my day!